In her heart, she called him a hooligan.

He naturally drew her into his grip. "I'm tired; go to bed."

She smirked. "Are you leaving again?"

"Do you think I'm the conch girl who came in at ten o'clock simply to see you and then left? I'm not a person who lacks desires, so I won't do it."

Her heart was heavy with sorrow. What kind of thing was this?

She was an unmarried young lady who was constantly held and slept in his embrace.

Could she truly get rid of him if this continued?

When her alarm went off the next morning, she turned off her phone.

When she...