"Fine, I won't talk about it, won't talk about it."
Sang Yan got up to make the bed and instructed him, "Go take a shower, and don't go back tonight. Leave tomorrow morning."
He Ying had no objections, only looking at the bed with both nervousness and anticipation, "Are we going to sleep in the same bed?"
He was a bit afraid that he couldn't restrain his animal instincts.
After all, he had almost lost control just moments before.
Sang Yan was aware of his concerns and smiled mischievously, "If you want to sleep on the floor, I can make that up for you too."
"No, no. Let's still sleep on the bed. I'm not accustomed to sleeping on the floor."
He ran out to take a shower.
And came back quickly.
He lay on the bed, rolling and bundling up the quilt, hugging her.
He only dared to hug her over the quilt, for fear that he might be filled with immoral thoughts otherwise.
Sang Yan let him hug her, and she didn't speak either.
