Shen Wanxing walked to the bedside, picked up the quilt, and walked toward the bathroom door.
She entered He Xizhou's room.
The man, wearing pajamas, sat on the sofa reading a book, a floor lamp beside him.
The warm yellow light shone on his profile.
"Uncle, I'm scared by myself."
Clutching the quilt, she walked up to him coquettishly, "I want to sleep with you."
The man didn't even look up, just turned the pages of his book with a rustling sound.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Shen Wanxing placed the quilt on his bed and shifted his quilt to the side. She looked at him, then crawled under the quilt and lay on the bed.
Why hadn't he reacted yet?
Shen Wanxing just watched him flipping through the pages.
Eventually, He Xizhou closed the book and set it aside, then walked over to the bed, looking down at her from above.
"Get out."
"I have already fallen asleep."
Shen Wanxing tucked her head into the quilt, pretending not to hear.
