At that moment, Otis really wanted to know what Mei was thinking.Even if she was afraid of thunder, even if she was timid so timid she couldn't sleep alone—what was going through her mind right now?
Mei heard what Otis said, and it pulled her back from that blurred, hazy boundary.She looked at the hand she had subconsciously reached out, wanting to touch Otis's back, then quietly pulled it back.
"It's normal. It's not like we're doing anything intimate or rolling around in bed together."
Otis froze for a second when he heard that.…No, what kind of statement was that?
He turned around. "Either way, we're still on the same bed."
As he turned, he came face-to-face with Mei's almond-shaped eyes. For a brief moment, he was dazed.Mei's eyes were genuinely beautiful.
The storm outside was loud, sharp, relentless rain pelting nonstop.Yet the world between the two of them felt strangely quiet.
What exactly was going on in Mei's mind right now?
