Lin Liming covered her hot face and moaned in shame.
There was a movement of lifting the quilt beside her, and she slowly turned her head, her face suddenly turning red.
Lan Yanshu woke up, his deep eyes were clear and his expression did not change at all, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"You" she stared dumbfounded as Lan Yanshu put on his shirt and pants one by one, his expression even more shocked than losing his virginity.
He, he, how could he dress like this without shying away from her in front of her? [
Lan Yanshu casually folded the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, sat on the edge of the bed, and said in a calm and calm voice: "I'm sorry."
Yes, I'm sorry!? Wait, shouldn't she be the one to apologize?
Lin Liming was completely dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. The shyness she had just had disappeared without a trace, and she could only stare at him blankly.
"I'm sorry about what happened last night." He still looked calm, as if he was talking about the weather today: "How do you want me to make up for it?"
Compensation? If any woman does not lose her virginity voluntarily, she will definitely get angry and slap the other woman unceremoniously when she hears such words.
But, she didn't, because she was the one who was wronged.
I don’t know whether it was because of the influence of the motionless person in front of her, or because she was the kind of person who panics about small things but remains calm about big things. She heard her own waveless voice echoing in the room of less than twenty square feet: “It’s okay to bother.