The bedding was as blue as the sea, with silver lines running through its fabric.
As he lay there, his flawless back was exposed.
She felt as if she was at the very edge of a cliff, one slip and she just might fall. She froze, hesitating to move forward.
Honestly, she felt extremely uneasy at that moment and found herself in a rather awkward situation.
She was young and had never been in love, but she had observed countless relationships in the movies she watched.
"Can you please move a little closer?" she requested softly.
As he was lying right in the middle of the bed, she could not reach him without climbing onto the bed.
Samuel asked with his eyes closed, "What is the acceptable percentage of plagiarism of your dissertation?"
In fact, Luna had no idea what the answer to his question was. However, she vaguely recalled someone from the club talking about it. "It's ten percent."
