After taking off her clothes, Anya felt a little cooler. She muttered incoherently while laying down on the bed quietly.
Aiden knelt by the bed. He lowered his head and touched Anya's small face. "Anya, do you know who I am?" he asked in a soft voice.
Anya's head feels dizzy. She just wanted to sleep. She didn't care who was in front of her right now.
Anya waved her hand, brushed Aiden's hand that touched her face. "Don't be noisy. I am sleepy."
"You can't sleep," Aiden stared at Anya's snow-white skin. He swallowed hard and suppressed the passion in his chest.
Anya wanted to open her eyes, but it was very difficult. Her eyes felt so heavy that she could only squint her eyes and peek through her curled lashes. She laid looking at Aiden, as if she was teasing him. Aiden could only close his eyes, trying to hold back.
His wife was drunk. He couldn't do anything.
