Gu Yu turned to look at Xu Weilai, who easily noticed the hope in his eyes.
"Why don't you sleep in the guest room? Or I could sleep in the guest room."
When Gu Yu heard Xu Weilai's suggestion, he didn't react with fury at being rejected as he had in the past. All he felt was heartache—not for himself, but for Xu Weilai.
Had he not hurt her so deeply, she wouldn't be this uneasy about letting him close.
He no longer wanted her to fear him anymore.
Gu Yu's voice was hoarse when he spoke, "That won't be necessary. I'll sleep on the couch."
Even if he couldn't share her bed, he still wanted to stay close to her.
Xu Weilai's frown deepened. She couldn't stop herself from speaking again, "But…"
"Xu Weilai," Gu Yu opened his mouth to interrupt her. "Just go to sleep."
Xu Weilai knew that once Gu Yu had made up his mind and wouldn't change it, she swallowed the rest of her sentence.
The lights went out in the bedroom.
