Kingsley changed the bulb and turned on the light. The room lit up, so Kingsley got off the chair.
However, the room went dark again. He rubbed between his eyebrows and said helplessly, "It seems that the power is really out this time..."
The dim yellow candle was more heartwarming and tempting than the light.
Kingsley was very close to Sherman. The candle flame glittered between the two of them as if whispering something. Sherman blushed.
Sherman didn't want to stay there any longer, so she said, "I'm tired. I want to sleep now."
"Remember to bring the candle. When you go to bed, remember to put it out. I'll be in the living room. Tell m e if you need anything..." He said softly.
She nodded and stepped into the room. Lying down o n the bed, she didn't sleep, and neither did he.
Even though they were separated by the door, she could hear him walking back and forth. Although he had deliberately slowed down, Sherman could hear that.
There was no heating in the living room, so it was cold. After a moment of hesitation, Sherman flushed
and walked out. She said calmly, "You can sleep in the bedroom. It's too cold in the living room."
The two of them slept on the left and right sides of a big bed. The candle flame swayed, casting a beautiful reflection.
She breathed lightly. Kingsley took her into his arms. His chest was warm, as if he was a fireplace. Sherman was very close to him, so she didn't feel cold at all.
Sometimes being in a deep relationship didn't mean something would happen. A warm embrace was enough to make her shiver and feel excited.
But Sherman felt sick. After thinking carefully, she realized that she didn't eat anything today, so she controlled herself. 1
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