"What do I do now?" Tian Bingbing was on the verge of tears.
Last night, Zhang Bin had gotten drunk, and nearly everyone else did too, including her. She remembered carrying the unconscious Zhang Bin on her back to rest in a guest room. Yet somehow, she had ended up in her own room, falling asleep on her own bed with him.
Oh my God, I actually cuddled with Zhang Bin for an entire night, in my own room and on my own bed... Tian Bingbing wept inwardly. To make matters worse, Zhang Bin was still holding her. She couldn't possibly leave without a sound!
She must have initiated this, Zhang Bin mused. Otherwise, she would've been screaming by now. Why is she so quiet? Since that's the case, why should I hold back?
With that thought, Zhang Bin wrapped his other arm around her waist. He moved his head closer again, nuzzling against her while silently taking deep breaths, letting her unique, faint fragrance fill his lungs.
