God knows, how uncomfortable he is?
Even his breathing became heavy and rough, as if he hadn't been relieved last night.
Heat.
Somewhere.
Both swollen and in pain!
The pain made his mouth dry, and his Adam's apple rolled again, but what could he do? It's all because of that damned little brother, becoming more useless by the day.
Self-control? It simply doesn't exist.
Little thing, I really can't do anything about you.
*
Eva Nightingale slept for a long time again.
So comfortable.
She hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time, hadn't been in such a warm embrace in so long, that she didn't want to open her eyes after falling asleep.
This feeling.
Always feels familiar.
But she couldn't remember, always feeling like something was missing in her mind.
She wriggled a bit, then suddenly opened her eyes, and from her line of sight, she saw his handsome, perfect features.
