And now, she was an eighteen-year-old girl, an adult, with naturally more concerns and secret thoughts in her heart.
The most important thing was that the two of them had not seen each other for almost half a year, and just looking at Lorne Noah Jackson, Emily Simpson felt she was getting a bit too excited...
If they were to sleep together...
"The current conditions are just as limited," Emily Simpson had just finished speaking when Lorne Noah Jackson added in a not-so-hasty manner.
To be precise, the situation was even better than two years ago, because the bed was larger than that small tent.
"But..." Emily Simpson suddenly found herself at a loss for words.
And at present, she really had no choice...
"All right," she nodded, then silently moved to the bedside, gently took off her shoes, crawled over, and finally lay down quietly, pulling up the blanket and covering herself properly.
The entire process was careful... very restrained.
