Li Ang's heart suddenly trembled.
Not again, officer, are you kidding me?
But a scent that he suddenly smelled at the tip of his nose had him relax slightly, and the next moment, his heartbeat accelerated again.
The smell was very familiar; it was the same as the shower gel he had just used while bathing.
Then, the figure carefully slid into his bed.
At this moment, the room was eerily quiet, with both figures on the bed motionless.
The only sound probably in the entire house was the two people's hearts beating violently in unison.
Finally, Sheila couldn't hold her breath any longer and took a deep gulp of air.
Li Ang couldn't help it either and chuckled.
"Dear Li, I know this might be disrespectful to you, but... it's the only way I can feel somewhat at peace when I sleep,"
Sheila's voice was as soft as a mosquito, nowhere near as dominant as it had been when she was protecting Li Ang.
What could Li Ang do?
