Avelina smiled softly and gradually began to run her fingers through his hair.
"Mhm, I do."
Draven's body twitched at the gesture. "That tickles," he mumbled.
"Do you like it?" Avelina asked.
"I do. It feels nice," Draven replied.
Avelina cackled a bit and let out a soft breath. He must have never had his hair caressed before.
A deep whiff exited from Draven, and he tightened his grip on her, further burying his face in her neck. "You are so warm and soft," he muttered before shutting his eyes to sleep.
Avelina did not respond. She had slowly begun to drift off to sleep.
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Natasha sat down in the passenger seat.
She had the chauffeur drive her to Ceicei's house, and upon arrival, she did not hesitate to walk into the house.
On the sofa, Ceicei sat with her head resting back and her eyes shut.
Natasha could not tell whether she was sleeping or not, but she nevertheless decided to speak.
