"Would... would you like to sleep together for a bit?"
Waylon Lewis' figure visibly stiffened for a moment as he looked down at her, his brows twitched as he glanced at her and then at the bed, "You want me to sleep with you?"
"..."
Hope Williams originally intended for him to rest a bit, but the way he phrased it sounded a bit odd when it came from his mouth.
It seemed as if she was extending an invitation of a romantic nature to him. At this moment, she was holding his hand, her voice soft, and their eyes met, a faint but tangible ambiguity spreading through the dim room.
Hope Williams' face instantly blushed.
Waylon Lewis chuckled softly.
Hope Williams bit her lip, "If you don't want to rest..." she could leave.
That was what she wanted to say, but before she could get the words out, Waylon Lewis bent down, his exquisite facial features unexpectedly pressing close in front of her eyes.