Tonight, Sleep Here

Ruan Tang stepped forward and hugged him from behind. "Thank you."

He worked carefully and quickly. Not only had he cleaned the house, but he had also put away all the luggage she had brought back from Capital City.

Caught in a sudden embrace, he was enveloped by the fresh scent of soap—the familiar fragrance that often clung to her.

Zhou Chengsen tried his best to remain calm as he arranged the two pillows. Then he turned around, hugged her back, and kissed her forehead. "All done. Go to sleep early. I'm heading back."

This wasn't Capital City, and there was no heating. In the depths of winter, the warmest thing to do after a shower was to climb straight back into bed.

Ruan Tang glanced at the alarm clock on the table. It was almost eleven. She tightened both arms around his waist and craned her neck to look at him. "Sleep here tonight! This bed is big enough. We can each sleep on one side."

It was too late. If he went back and forth again, he wouldn't get any sleep at all.

Zhou Chengsen: "..."

Had she overestimated his self-control?

Ruan Tang looked at him and realized her words could be misunderstood. Her face flushed, and she hurriedly said, "I just mean sleeping. Don't overthink it. I'm worried you'll spend all your time going back and forth and won't have any time to sleep. If you want to go back, then go! Just close the door for me! I'm going to sleep!"

After saying that, she released him, quickly scrambled into bed, and pulled up the quilt.

Seeing her tug the quilt up until it covered her entire body, Zhou Chengsen found it amusing.

He said nothing. He glanced again at the quilt, which had formed a