When he entered the room, he gently laid her on the bed and said in a low voice, "It's not early, go to bed first, and get up tomorrow morning."

She looks so tired, like a thin, easy-to-break match, that if she touches her finger lightly, she will fall down and need a sleep.

Seeing that he seemed to want to leave, she subconsciously grabbed hold up, grabbed his hand, fixed her eyes on him, like a deer: "You make me sleep..."

The voice is coquettish, soft and somewhat straightforward.

He's her man. She's got a license. He's only one wedding away. Why can't you just ask him to sleep...