Liang Anya turned around and walked into the room: "Alright. Close the curtains and come inside."
The calm tone, not sure if it was because of the deep night, felt somewhat desolate.
Beth quickly pulled the curtains and entered the room.
Turning off the lights, Beth quietly left.
Liang Anya pulled up the quilt, as usual, covering half her face, closed her eyes, but couldn't fall asleep.
One sheep.
Two sheep.
Three sheep.
Sheep everywhere, yet still wide awake.
…
After tossing and turning for a long time, she suddenly sat up, flung the quilt off her body and balled it up, throwing it to the ground.
She finally realized why she couldn't sleep!
The quilt had been used by him the first night he came to stay, carrying his scent.
The thought of him lying beside her, holding her sleeping for a night, made her utterly uncomfortable!
Then she lay down again, curled up, and closed her eyes.
Is there a problem with him having another woman over for the night?
It's normal.
