"I'm going to the bathroom. Are you sure you want to accompany me?" Charlie raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
Wendy was embarrassed and quickly said, "I'll waiting outside..."
"Well." Charlie hesitated and nodded reluctantly. When he entered the bathroom and closed the door, he deliberately stopped and threw out a sentence slowly, "Then don't peek at me."
"..." Wendy was really speechless, but she dared not refute.
Listening to the sound of water coming from the toilet, she blushed but also felt at ease.
Soon, Charlie opened the door and didn't come out immediately. Instead, he leaned against the door frame and looked at her with his deep eyes. "I haven't taken a bath yet. Now I'm going to take a bath. Do you want to take a bath with me?"
"No!" Wendy shook her head and bit her lip gently. "I've already taken... I can continue staying here!"
Charlie raised his eyebrows silently, but he did not say anything else. He closed the door again, and this time, she heard the sound of bathing water.
Wendy was standing by the door like a primary school student being punished by a teacher. Listening to the sound of Charlie taking a bath, she didn't feel fear anymore. She really dared not stay alone and always thought about those scary scenes.
The ghost's stories were not credible, but she was really scared...
Charlie washed quickly. When he opened the door again, he only wore a bath towel around his waist.
His wet hair was dripping water, flowing down his temples, and his Adam's apple, making Wendy feel dizzy. Wendy hurriedly looked away, forcing herself to look more natural.
"It's almost two o'clock. Why don't you go back to sleep?" Charlie looked at the watch on the wall.
Hearing this, Wendy suddenly clenched her fingers.
As she hesitated, she heard him say, "I'm going to sleep. I'm sleepy."
It was obvious that he was asking her to leave.
Wendy had no choice but to bite her lips. She clenched her fingers and said as if she had made a big decision, "Can I sleep with you?"
"Hmm?" Charlie raised his voice in an ambiguous tone.
Wendy blushed at his gaze and explained with embarrassment, "Well... I mean, we can sleep in a room, you sleep in bed, and I can sleep on the floor..."
Charlie didn't say anything, but he had already walked past her to the bedroom, and was taking a quilt from the cabinet.
She breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to help. Lying in the soft bed, Wendy turned over and could see the masculine face of Charlie on the ground under the hazy moonlight. The lines of his chin were sharp and full of male strength, which made her feel at ease in her heart.
When Wendy set up the quilt, Charlie stopped her and lay on it by himself.
The sentence "How can I let my girlfriend sleep on the floor" echoed in Wendy's ears. It was so overbearing, but it seemed that it surpassed hundreds of thousands of sweet words in the world.
"Sleep."
As if sensing her gaze, Charlie's Adam's apple moved slightly.
Wendy quickly closed her eyes and was no longer afraid. She soon fell asleep.
The next morning, she was struggling in her dream. She dreamed a giant dog jumped on her. It licked her from the bottom to the top with its tongue. It was itchy and numb...
She felt very hot, and it was getting hotter and hotter.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and the enlarged facial features in her sight scared her a lot. What made her more shocked was that all her pajamas were gone.
Charlie was above her, and the quilt bulged out in an instant.
"You-"
Wendy's sleepiness reduced at once. She thought that he was in a dream like before, but when she raised her head, she saw unexpectedly that the desire in his deep could not be more obvious.
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