Valentine Teller worried that Mark Reed knocking on the door again would wake up the newly asleep Nian Nian, so she hurriedly opened the door, putting her index finger against her lips: "Shh, keep your voice down, Nian Nian just fell asleep."
"Not pretending to sleep anymore?"
Mark Reed teased with a smile. He liked Valentine Teller in her pajamas, a lazy allure blending with innocence. Although it was the most conservative sleepwear, in his eyes, it was extremely sexy.
"Mm." Valentine Teller closed the room door, her eyes only looking at the floor and her toes, not daring to glance at Mark Reed at all, and asked nervously: "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Can't sleep."
Mark Reed forcefully pulled Valentine Teller to sit down beside the sofa: "Watch a movie with me. What do you want to watch?"
"Anything." As long as she didn't have to look at Mark Reed.
She was afraid that once she looked at him, she couldn't control herself.
