She was just very sleepy, didn't want to bother, and fortunately turned over.
"No response, sleeping, good night..." she mumbled and continued to sleep.
Liam Yancey didn't say anything, just held her waist, and Tara Summer thought she could sleep peacefully, but who knew a few minutes later, the man's hand started to become restless, rubbing her waistline.
Knowing she didn't respond, he wouldn't give up, so she turned back, lying flat on the bed, closed her eyes, and muttered, "Come on, do it yourself, reap what you sow."
"Hehe." Her words completely amused the man, Liam Yancey propped up his upper body, his eyes adapted to the darkness, faintly seeing the contour of the woman's small face.
He lowered his head, bumped noses with hers, breathing slightly heavy, his magnetic voice husky and smiling, clearly in a good mood.
"You can still joke at a time like this, which means you're still quite awake, huh?"
