His grasp of strength was just right.
A sense of comfort surged up; having sat on a plane and trained continuously at the base these past days, suddenly enjoying the service of a massage and shoulder kneading, his eyelids became heavy, fighting to stay open, and his mind gradually grew groggy and dim.
After kneading for a while, Blake Fuller noticed that Caroline Edwin, who was sitting on the sofa, had already closed her eyes with a steady breath, her sleeping face peaceful and serene.
He stopped his movements and picked up a blanket from the sofa to gently cover her body.
To let her sleep more comfortably, Blake Fuller specially shifted his position to let her lie down on the couch, her head resting on his thigh.
Time trickled by bit by bit
Suddenly, a series of urgent and somewhat disordered footsteps sounded outside, followed by the sight of a figure dressed in a sports uniform.
"Sis, you're back..."
