When a man can be shaless, to what extent can it reach? Just look at Adrian Walyon.
Sumr Sutton was actually awake, wrapped tightly in the quilt and covering her head, pretending she hadn’t heard him.
"It’s warr with two people, and you get an extra human pillow, don’t you need it?" Adrian stood outside the door, seemingly not intending to leave.
Inside the room, it was completely quiet, and Sumr Sutton hadn’t said a word from start to finish.
Outside the door, it suddenly beca quiet as well.
Adrian probably had no other choice, and he had already left.
Sumr Sutton thought she could sleep peacefully tonight. She dozed off under the quilt for a while, and was about to fall asleep when she heard the sound of sothing being inserted into the door lock.
It wasn’t a key; Sumr had locked it from the inside, so even a key wouldn’t open it.
A piece of tal was inserted into the keyhole, twisted a few tis, slid left and right, and then, right before Sumr’s eyes, the locked door opened just like that.
It opened...
Sumr Sutton had always known that there were very few things that could trouble Adrian Walyon, but she hadn’t expected even this couldn’t stump him.
If he could pick a lock, why did he kick in her apartnt door?
Click, the room’s light was turned on.
Adrian stood at the door, casually tossed the tal rod onto the small table beside him, closed the door with his backhand, and leisurely walked toward her.
He was at ease, casually lying down on the bed after entering the room, pulling her into his arms along with the quilt.
Sumr Sutton raised her arm and gave him a push.
Adrian pretended not to see the repulsion in her eyes, his arms still holding her tightly.
"Either sleep quietly, or we can do sothing else." He hugged her slender body, teasing her, resting his chin on the top of her head, as if imnsely satisfied with this mont.
Sumr Sutton, annoyed, kicked him once.
The two were so close that her kick, in reality, wasn’t painful or itchy, and kicking him didn’t feel like anything.
On the contrary, the tip of her foot brushed against Adrian’s leg, almost like tickling.
Adrian took the opportunity to clasp her ankle and pulled her leg to tuck it between his legs.
"Just sleep like this." His arms, still holding her tightly, seed a bit smug, with a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Their sleeping position was extrely intimate.
It was as if he was pampering her like a child, allowing her to throw a little tantrum, letting her act recklessly towards him, not getting angry or upset, but instead looking at her with a gentle smile.
This made Sumr feel like hitting a pillow with a fist, powerless.
Not wanting to argue with him, not insisting on pulling her leg away, Sumr quietly closed her eyes.
The early winter in Northtown had a big temperature difference between day and night, and it was actually quite cold at night.
Those things Adrian said outside the door were shaless, true, but he wasn’t wrong.
The quilt Sumr brought was indeed a bit thin. With his added warmth, it did beco a lot warr.
When she woke up in the middle of the night, probably craving his body heat, she snuggled into his arms, hugging him voluntarily.
The next morning, they woke up holding each other.
Adrian turned his face and looked at the arm wrapped around his waist, his lips curling slightly.
Sumr Sutton was probably a bit embarrassed, hurriedly pulling back her hand, her face extrely unnatural.
She got out of bed and put on a jacket, heading downstairs.
"No escaping!" Adrian reminded her.
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