He gently pulled the quilt up, placing it below his nose, picking up a faint medicinal fragrance.
Very faint, yet very pleasant, the scent belonged to her.
This quilt must have been used by her.
Thinking this, Lu Hualiang cuddled the quilt tighter, turning sideways to cushion it under his cheek, gently nuzzling.
Utterly reassuring.
"Can't sleep?"
Hearing the sound of turning over in bed, Lu Hualiang asked.
"Hmm, a little." With another person in the room, she felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Although she wasn't very enlightened about matters between men and women, she instinctively knew that having a man in the room wasn't safe.
Not fearing what he might do to her, but rather afraid she might mistakenly cause him harm.
She had a peculiar habit; if anyone unfamiliar touched her during sleep, she would reflexively hit them.
Lu Hualiang couldn't sleep either, surrounded by her scent, his heart tumultuous—no wonder he couldn't sleep.
