In the warm, spacious bedroom, it was so quiet that the wind outside the window could be heard.
Tang Song drew back his wandering thoughts about the future.
Looking at the real, lively female deskmate before him, who was nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, his gaze grew increasingly gentle.
He stepped forward, pointed at the large bed behind him, and said softly, "Don't just stand there foolishly. Come lie down and rest for a while."
He could tell from the bloodshot in Zhang Yan's eyes that she clearly had not slept well last night.
"I..." Zhang Yan hesitated. She looked at him, then at the large bed covered in elegant gray silk bedding, but her feet seemed nailed to the floor, and she did not dare move closer.
The bed looked so soft, so expensive. Most importantly—it was his bed, surely filled with his scent.
To her, that was even more flustering than when he had kissed her cheek in the car earlier.
Seeing her like this, Tang Song said with amusement, "What? Are you afraid I'll do something bad to you?"
"No! No, that's not it!" She hurriedly shook her head, terrified that he would misunderstand.
Perhaps to prove that she was not afraid, Zhang Yan gathered her courage and quickly walked to the bedside.
But when she saw the immaculate bedding that gave off a faint, clean fragrance, she hesitated again. Standing there at a loss, she did not know whether she should sit down or lie down directly.
Tang Song went to the built-in bar nearby and poured a glass of warm water. He turned around, just about to speak.
As if startled by his movement, Zhang Yan quickly kicked off her slippers, darted all the way to the innermost side of the bed, then