Today she was just wearing a pair of home shorts, so he was leaning directly against her skin.
—— It was cool.
The counselor's hands ran through his hair, starting to massage his head.
Occasionally, her fingers gently pressed his temples.
"You do this, I might fall asleep," Cheng Zhu's voice was somewhat drowsy.
"It's okay, you sleep," said the woman in her mature years softly as she lowered her head to look at his face with closed eyes.
The drunken man actually fell into a deep sleep.
After realizing that Cheng Zhu had fallen asleep, the counselor's hands never stopped, only pressing more gently.
As time passed, after about twenty minutes, Cheng Zhu's head was resting on her full, round thighs, and her right leg began to feel numb.
Even so, she didn't wake him up.
Oddly enough, even just quietly watching him, she felt very peaceful inside.
Listening to his breathing, watching him asleep on her, Chen Jieyu felt somewhat satisfied.
