Rain was falling outside the window, and a draft of chill seeped through the tightly shut windows, bringing with it the cool dampness of rainwater.
His fingertips glided over her delicate cheek and then settled on her small, lustrous earlobe, gently kneading it.
She couldn't help but want to laugh. In the end, she suppressed her chuckles and pretended to be unaware as she opened her eyes.
Her eyes were bleary with sleep, misted with droplets, as though she had just awoken.
Arnold intended to withdraw his hand, but it was caught by her and pulled into an embrace.
Her eyes still not fully open, her voice was soft and husky, "Arnold, I'm thirsty."
He nodded and rose to get her water, but she held onto his hand even tighter.
"Didn't you say you were thirsty?"
The corners of the girl's eyes curved, and she shook her head, half her face buried in the white pillow, setting off her skin's delicate texture and her lips' bright red, "I don't want water."
