Sometimes, tilting her head slightly, she gently grasped a large handful of her black hair, letting it slide through his palm, like an eternal river, with endless droplets of water flowing.
He liked her.
Never before had she felt more strongly than now how much he liked her.
Also.
She didn't know if it was because he was drying her hair or something else.
She always felt that her hair was warm, and so was her heart.
There were two beds in the ward, but after Robert Thomson had tidied everything up, he insisted on squeezing into the same bed with her.
Emma wanted to say something, but Robert deliberately said, "It's warmer when two people are together."
Was he the kind of person afraid of the cold?
However, as soon as they lay down together, he quickly lifted her hospital gown.
Emma was about to cry out in surprise, wondering if he still wanted to do something at this time...
But just as quickly, her concerns vanished.
