Ashton Heath took a deep breath, his arm around her waist tightening, his hoarse and deep voice filled with restraint and forbearance: "I just want to hold you while we sleep and do nothing else. But if you keep squirming in my arms, I won't be able to help myself."
In an instant, Joanna Lawrence was so frightened that she lay quietly in his arms, not daring to move again.
Above her head, the man's breathing was initially rapid, but after a minute, it gradually steadied.
A gentle kiss fell lightly on her forehead.
Ashton Heath tightened his arm, breathing in the delicate and quiet fragrance of the young girl's hair and closed his eyes contentedly: "Baby, sleep."
Her scent made him completely relaxed.
In the past, before falling asleep, he would always feel particularly irritable, anxious, and restless.
Every nerve in his brain would be tightly stretched.
Falling asleep every night was like fighting with another self within his body.
