"I've been thinking about stuff, so I'm having trouble sleeping..." After hearing his voice, Luo Mengmeng poked her little head out from under the covers, with her big, watery eyes staring right at him.
Gu Zhihan walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked her head with his large hand, "What are you thinking about? Tell me?"
"It's just..." Luo Mengmeng was about to speak, but then she realized how embarrassing it would be to say such things, so she quickly shook her head, "Actually, it's nothing, really nothing."
Otherwise, would she really have to tell him, oh, I'm actually struggling with whether or not I should give myself to you?
Good heavens!
That's too embarrassing!
People who don't know would think she's some kind of little minx!
"What exactly are you thinking about, your face is so red?" Seeing as she wasn't speaking and her cheeks were suspiciously flushed, Gu Zhihan couldn't help but lightly pinch her face, puzzled.
