That Henry came so closely scared Amanda. Everything became so weird because of his approach. Everything around her gradually disappeared. She could only sense his voice and his slight breath. Little by little, through her ear, gradually breaking into her world and penetrating in.

Amanda feel unprepared for this kind of intimacy. Although she and Henry lied down on a bed that day, they did nothing. It was only an accident that day. But now, sharing a room? Sharing a bed? If Henry wanted to make something happen ,liking making love, should she say “Yes” or “No” ?

For a while, Amanda thought a lot.

Her face turned green. He thought it strange, was her getting sick? Then he looked at her eyes, like he was some bad guy. At that moment, he suddenly got what she was thinking.

He began to laugh, the sarcasm in his eyes was well concealed by him. He hid his contempt in his heart and smiled softly on his face. "Amanda, don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Am I such a thirsty person in your eyes? Although I like you, I hope our love is mutual. I won't force you to make out with me or something like that. Go to shower, since we are tired today, have a rest earlier. "

After saying that, also didn’t care the reaction of Amanda, directly left her side. He went to the bed, closed the eyes, as if he really didn’t want to talk with her, like he has got hurt.

Seeing him acting like this, Amanda felt herself thought too much, and too sensitive. Actually Henry didn't say anything or do anything, It was not good to think of him like that. Maybe she owned him an apology.

She put down her mobile phone, went to the bathroom on slippers, turned on the nozzle, and the sound of water came from the bathroom. Henry suddenly opened his eyes on the bed, stared at the direction of the bathroom, he lost his mind for a while, but shook his head again, and there was more irony in his eyes. Finally, he closed eyes and lay there again.

For Henry's action, Amanda naturally didn't know. She watched the heat slowly floating up, like a white fog, gradually shrouded in this space, and thought about what Henry had just said. For a while, she was at a loss.

Although Henry always said that he loved her, and wanted to be with her. The more Henry said that, the more fear she had in her heart. When facing with Henry, she had extremely complex feelings, did not know what was the best way to treat him.

On the one hand, Henry was not bad. If spending her whole life with him like this, it might be a good choice. On the other hand, she thought Henry has become different in her heart. Maybe it was because of fear, maybe it was because of something else. Amanda didn't know.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time. By the time she came out, Henry seemed to be in sleep.

Amanda wore a white nightgown. The nightgown was very loose, nontransparent, could hardly see anything. She tied the sash on the nightgown, went to the dressing table, sat down, and tried to make the hair dry with towels.