Cherish Turner's little face suddenly showed shyness, and she awkwardly stammered, "No, you go back and sleep at your own place."
"I'm planning to sell my house." William Griffith rubbed his neck against hers, with his lips touching her skin.
Cherish pushed him away a bit, anxiously saying, "Planning to sell means it hasn't been sold yet?"
"Then come with me." He started to pester her.
"That's your home, not mine." Cherish had feelings too, and this was too much for her to handle!
William fell silent for a moment, then said softly, "I can't sleep alone."
"I don't care if you can't sleep. What does that have to do with me?" Cherish wouldn't back down, and finally managed to prop him up straight.
Where was he when she was holding the blanket and crying?
"Are you really going to send me away?" William leaned against the wall, his dark, bright eyes gazing at her. The tone of his voice resembled that of a homeless person, so innocent.