Why Am I, a Girl, Not Bothered by These Empty Formalities, While You, a Boy, Are Being So Bashful?

Her sleeve was caught by soft fingertips, and the slightly cool evening breeze poured in through the doorway, dispersing some of the intimate, misty warmth in the room.

Li Changqing paused slightly at her words. Lowering his gaze to Ma Xiaotao, who stood before him with a charming smile, his eyes instinctively swept slowly across the entire bedroom.

Pink gauze curtains filled his vision, along with the fragrance unique to a young woman and the exquisitely carved, soft bed that occupied most of the room. Every corner exuded the private air of a woman's chamber.

He frowned slightly and spoke with grave hesitation. "Senior Sister, I'm afraid that would be inappropriate. Men and women should keep their distance, and besides, there is only one large bed in this room."

Under ordinary circumstances, for a lone man and woman to share a room with only one bed available would be far too improper.

At his words, a faint blush quietly spread across Ma Xiaotao's cheeks, and a girl's shyness and restraint inevitably rose within her heart.

In all her life, she had never spent a night alone in the same room with any man, much less shared a room with one overnight.

Yet she had always been fiery and flamboyant, proud and open-minded, accustomed to hiding her feelings beneath an air of carefree ease.

Not a trace of shyness showed on her face. Instead, she deliberately acted frank and casual.

She released his sleeve, lifted her chin, and smiled slyly. "What's the big deal? My bed is plenty wide enough for two people. We can each sleep on one side and leave each other alone, can't we?"

She took half a step forward, her figure upright, and spoke even more frankly. "I'm a girl, and I don't even care about such