His movements were quick and urgent, seemingly different from how he was during the day.
What exactly was different, she couldn't quite pinpoint, but the sense of tension was much stronger.
Especially given the time was night, just before sleep, and they were in the room.
Gu Ziyou's heart began to pound intensely. What would happen next?
She suddenly remembered what Mengmeng had said, wondering if it would come true.
She really wanted to curse herself for being so cowardly, feeling a bit unprepared even at this moment.
But…
Her heart was fiercely struggling, and during her thoughts, she realized he had unknowingly stopped.
His deep, dark eyes gazed at her, the scorching breath so close it felt like she might catch fire.
Gu Ziyou's eyes widened, looking at him, momentarily at a loss for words, "Um, I mean the cup fell. And then, the milk is on you…"
As she pointed to the milk stain on his pajamas, her hand was suddenly grasped by his large palm.
