Shi Nuan was too scared to move, seeing Song Yansheng holding her like before and doing nothing else, she finally felt a bit relieved.
She closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Song Yansheng suddenly let go and sat up.
"I need to use the bathroom too..." Song Yansheng spoke.
Shi Nuan held her breath and softly replied, "Okay."
Song Yansheng got out of bed from the other side and casually turned on the bedside lamp.
Shi Nuan heard tiny rustling sounds behind her, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
After a little while, Song Yansheng came out from the bathroom, got into bed quickly.
Just as he lifted the quilt, preparing to turn off the light and lie down, his eyes caught Shi Nuan's ear and his brows furrowed.
Shi Nuan only felt a cool, moist finger gently hook the strap of her mask.
Then, the man's magnetic and indifferent voice came from behind: "Mask?"
"..." Shi Nuan was speechless, discovered so quickly!
