Jiang Nian really wanted to push the person away.

She never turns off the lights when she sleeps.

The instant the lights went out, she seemed to smell blood. The memory, etched deep into her bones, chilled her to the bone.

She was forcibly held in his arms, and could even hear the man's strong heartbeat intertwined with her own.

The pounding of their hearts amplified in the darkness. Strangely, it gave Jiang Nian a sense of relief, like someone who had been pulled back from the brink of drowning.

Chest heaving.

As she gasped for breath, all she could smell was the man's scent.

The crisp, pleasant scent that she had been addicted to after smelling it yesterday enveloped her completely.

Jiang Nian's blood froze at that moment.

Si Boye just took a shower and didn't use any shower gel.

It turned out that the scent that made her feel safe and drowsy didn't come from any shower gel at all, but from Si Boye himself.

No wonder she smelled so many different kinds and none of them were right.

Feeling as if God was torturing her, Jiang Nian was on the verge of collapse.

"...I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep for ten years."

In the darkness, Jiang Nian clutched Si Boye's bathrobe and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I smelled your scent in the car yesterday, and for the first time, I felt sleepy."

"Why not the shower gel? It's your own scent."

"I can't buy it this way, and I can't sleep if I can't buy it..."

Si Boye heard a faint sob.

The lights came on the next instant, and he was caught off guard by the girl's red eyes in his arms.

Her black hair, disheveled and scattered over her shoulders, made her skin appear even whiter. Like a delicate, fragile doll, she was breathtakingly beautiful, yet her stubbornness was tinged with despair.

Si Boye never imagined that the girl, who had been unusually calm since their first meeting and seemed capable of handling anything even if the sky were to fall, would be gripping his bathrobe so tightly with her fingertips and her eyes red-rimmed.

He heard his heart stop beating for two seconds.

I feel like I'm doomed.

Even though the lights were already on, he still raised his hand and pulled her tightly into his arms, his voice hoarse and coaxing.

"So, the fortune teller said our birth charts were a perfect match, is that what it meant?"

"If my scent makes you sleepy, then I'll let you sleep with me from now on. You can sleep whenever you want, and you'll save money on shower gel."

Stroking the girl's long hair, he murmured, "I've seen so many women who tried to win my favor with their scheming and manipulative tactics... but none of them can keep me awake like you."

"When your eyes redden, my heart breaks."