Valentine Teller picked up the knife from the ground, just in case.
"I'm sleeping at your place tonight."
Mark Reed looked at the knife-wielding Valentine Teller, frowning: "Put the knife down, it's too dangerous." As he spoke, he extended his hand, intending to take the weapon from her.
"Don't come any closer." Valentine cried out in alarm, retreating repeatedly.
She brandished the knife in her hand, pushed to the brink of collapse by him, her back against the wall, unable to retreat any further.
Watching him approach step by step, a shadow of fear enveloped her.
"Put the knife down."
Standing three steps away, Mark Reed halted his steps.
He gazed deeply at her, then turned towards the bed, lay down, pulled the quilt over him: "I'm tired, I'm sleeping here tonight."
Upon finishing those words, Mark quietly closed his eyes.
Smelling the sweet scent filling the quilt, a strong sense of satisfaction filled his heart, and the faint smile on his lips lingered.
