Samara looked up at Roland, and there was a hint of persistence in her deep eyes. After a long while, she surrendered. "Forget it, I'll disturb you for the night."
Hearing her words, Roland smiled directly. "In fact, there is another benefit for you to stay here."
As soon as Samara changed her shoes and got up, she heard Roland's words.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, Samara crossed her arms in front of her chest, leaned against the shoe cabinet, and looked at Roland with a faint smile. "Is it good for me or for you?"
Roland looked at her and didn't feel embarrassed at all. "Aren't you afraid of having nightmares?"
Samara was stunned for a moment. Thinking of the "story" that he had just told her, she suddenly felt that Roland was willing to do anything.
Thinking about it carefully, that story was indeed scary, but Samara had always been bold.
She snorted. "I rarely have nightmares."