“Um… do you have an extra quilt in your room?”
“No.”
“Then… can you tear off your bed sheet and cover it with me for one night?”
“cannot.”
Hai Tong: “…Are you still a man? I haven’t seen your wife and I have no place to sleep, no quilt?”
Zhan Yin came over.
Putting his glass of water on the coffee table, he turned around and placed his hands on Haitong’s side. His tall body leaned down, but he didn’t press down on Haitong, just creating a sense of oppression for her.
When he pressed down like this, a lot of the mouth of the nightgown was exposed, and Haitong peered inside.
“Looking at it that way, you can’t be sure if I’m a man. You have to try to find out if I’m a man.”
Haitong immediately retracted her eyes, and after a moment of staring at Zhan Yin, she smiled mischievously, “I, I just got angry and talked nonsense. You are a man, a real man.”
He is either a man or a eunuch.
This sentence, Hai Tong was timid and dared not say it.
A man is most afraid of being said that he belongs to a eunuch.
Zhan Yin knew that this girl was not the kind of woman who screamed when a man undressed, she would just watch with relish, and even wanted to touch her up and down.
He stood up straight and stopped trapping her in an ambiguous gesture.
It is of no use to her.
“Put cotton in your ears, can you sleep?”
Hai Tong shook her head, “That’s uncomfortable.”
There is no quilt for sleeping on the sofa, and it is impossible for Zhan Yin to ask her to sleep on the floor in the guest room without a bed. It is indeed a bit cold tonight.
After a moment of silence, he picked up the glass of water and walked to his room again.
“Sleep in my room.”
His low voice floated back.
Hai Tong was stunned.
It was really effective when she lost her temper and scolded him.
Zhan Yin walked to the door of the room, stopped again and turned his head to look. Seeing that Haitong was still not moving, his face darkened, and he said coldly: “If you don’t like it, you can sleep on the sofa.”
As he said that, he was about to close the door when he returned to the room.
Hai Tong had already picked up the pillow and rushed over at lightning speed, squeezing in with one foot first to block him from closing the door.
There was a flattering smile on her pretty face, “I don’t dislike it, I don’t dislike it.”
Zhan Yin stared at her sullenly.
She pretended not to see it, crouched down with the pillow in her arms, passed through his arms, and entered his territory.