Everything was silent and devoid of human presence.
Sophia Jackson was lying on top of Oliver Nelson without any intention of getting up.
Perhaps... it's because it's too comfortable in this position?
Yes, it's very comfortable.
She had tired herself out from walking just now; the ground was uncomfortable to lie on, but lying on Oliver was so comfortable that she didn't want to get up for a while...
Oliver pinched her waist and smirked, "Are you sure you're worried about being called a burden, or are you just too embarrassed to say you're worried about me?"
"Worried about you?" Sophia propped herself up on Oliver's firm chest: "Oliver! You-are-so-vain!"
Oliver: "Alright, I'm vain, now get up."
"Can I lay here for a bit? I'm so tired, my hands and feet are weak, and my head is dizzy. I feel like a character from a novel." She didn't hide her discomfort and expressed it out loud.
Oliver: "Using me as a cushion?"
