Section 34 turns on the light I couldn't sleep

  Until a pair of slippers appeared in my line of sight, with water droplets dripping onto the wooden floor of the room, and then I was scooped up horizontally and said, "Go take a bath."

  He was bare-chested and only wrapped a towel around his lower body, and I could see his lean physique, unable to snap back to reality for a long time.

  But I swear, I absolutely did not intentionally peek at him.

  He carried me into the bathroom, then found a chair and clothes for me, telling me not to wash off the medicine on my feet while bathing, and the water droplets on my hair dripped onto my neck, cool and refreshing.

  I nodded and watched him close the door, feeling a warmth in my nose, as if something was overflowing from within.

  I couldn't help but give in to myself with just a wipe of my hand.

  I actually felt so pathetic and silly that I started bleeding from the nose, and quickly grabbed a tissue to stuff up my nostrils.

  Luckily he didn't see it, otherwise it would have been a big joke.

  After washing up, he changed into his clothes with great difficulty and carried me back to bed to lie down, while he was already wearing long pants and a T-shirt.

  He leaned in close to my face, staring at me intently with eyes full of tenderness and sincerity. His warm breath brushed against my skin, causing my heart to beat faster than it ever had before, and my face grew scorching hot.

  "What do you want?" I asked with a red face, wanting to push him away.

  One of his hands grasped mine, then he looked at me and slowly closed his eyes, his sensual thin lips almost touching mine.

  Suddenly I remembered that we are now a lonely man and woman in the same room, I don't want to leave a nosebleed in front of him, my heart tightened, closed my eyes and wanted to shout no.

  He just smiled at the corner of his mouth, grabbed a pillow and a thin quilt beside me, said: "I'll sleep on the sofa, good night!" After that, he kissed my forehead.

  Ya Ya's, looking at the bad smile on his mouth, my heart almost jumped out.

  He's obviously doing it on purpose, trying to see my embarrassed expression, 555...

  "Hey, won't you catch a cold like that?" The sofa was too short anyway, and looking at his thin blanket, I couldn't help but worry.

  "Don't talk while sleeping." He said and turned off the light too.

  I let out a frightened cry, because since that incident with the pervert, I've become very afraid of dark environments, and every time I sleep, I leave the lights on, but strangely, every time I wake up, I find that the lights have already been turned off.

  "What?" He turned on the light again and asked me with his face turned around.

  "I'm afraid of the dark, can I turn on the light to sleep?" I replied awkwardly.

  He just sighed and turned off the light again, the disappointment in my heart.

  But then I felt like there was another layer of blanket on me, and there was one more person in the bed. A magnetic voice whispered in my ear: "Turn on the light, I can't sleep."