<i>Sacramento huh? I didn't know she'd have family in the States, </i>he thought to himself. Apparently, it was a small world after all. He'd spent some time learning his trade in California, and it was mildly surprising to find Xiao Yu had family that didn't live in China with her. He noted the way she just avoided his question.<i>Just watch her, you'll know what to do, </i>he reassured himself, although the voice didn't entirely seem his own. He watched the soft way she rolled around on the pillows, even though it was obvious she wasn't physically comfortable, he found her mannerisms affectionately cute. She didn't seem to mind the fact he was sitting on the bed next to her, and although he was looking too much into it, the feeling wasn't something he was used to. He cherished it, even if only in the slightest bit.<br/><br/>He started to move, lifting the laptop to take it into the living room when she grabbed his thigh. Her request stopped him. Everything in his body jumped at the thought of staying with her, the delicate sheets of the bed covering the two of them. A warm, beautiful face to wake up to. The pleasure of sleeping with such a woman.<i>Calm down, she didn't mean it like that, </i>he yipped at himself, this time, the voice being all too much his own. Taking in a long, deep breath, he gave her a genuine smile. "Would you like me to sleep on the couch or something, just in case you need me?" Even if it wasn't what his body was telling him to say, Milo didn't want to make a fool of himself, and push himself on to her. Like Yi Long would. If she wanted more, she'd let him know, and only then would he oblige.