The temples sent waves of dizziness, Baron Lawrence did not let go of her hand but briefly closed his eyes, his heroic eyebrows knotted tightly. His voice was hoarse and sexy, "How long did I sleep?"
"Not long."
After the brief dizziness passed, he reopened his eyes, his deep black eagle-like eyes were like vortices, trying to suck her in, "If it wasn't long, your arm wouldn't be numb!"
Clearly not believing what she said.
Enna Clark, "I really didn't sleep for long, at most an hour and a half. My arm is numb because it's uncomfortable to maintain this position for a long time."
Baron Lawrence's straight nose and sexy thin lips formed a perfect parabola, deep and dangerous, "If it was uncomfortable, why didn't you wake me up?"
"It was hard for you to sleep a bit, and I wasn't particularly uncomfortable, no need to wake you up."
"Then why were you just fidgeting and quietly levering my hand?"
This woman, if she doesn't lie, will she die?
