Crossley Gibson let out a sigh of relief, turned around to glare at the man on top of her, but her voice lacked confidence, "I won't shout, you move away!"
Her cheeks were so red they were about to bleed, the child was right next to them, acting like this... how inappropriate!?
Ose Owen chuckled softly, his dark eyes still deep, but after staring at the woman for a moment, he finally let her go.
He lay beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist, but didn't leave.
"If you won't sleep on the sofa, then I will!" Crossley had just sat up when the man pulled her back.
She fell into the man's chest, and he held her close.
"Either we lie like this, or we 'sleep' together!" He emphasized the word "together," his voice hoarse and ambiguous.
Of course, Crossley understood. She bit her lip and really stopped moving, leaning against his chest with her eyes closed.
