Her back suddenly bumped into the soft quilt before Enna Clark could react. The man had already covered her with the blanket like a whirlwind, and pulled her over!
"Sleep!"
As he spoke, the light in the room suddenly went out, leaving the entire bedroom in complete darkness. The only sounds to be heard were the chirping of insects and the tweeting of birds outside.
The man's left hand was resting on her stomach, hot as fire. Enna felt uncomfortable under his weight, and she shifted slightly.
Just a little bit, and she was warned.
"I just want to sleep right now. If you keep moving, I can't guarantee that I'll stay this innocent!"
"..."
She stiffened, not daring to move an inch.
Baron Lawrence felt that the person in his arms was as stiff as a stone, and the previous suffocating feeling welled up again. He spoke with displeasure, "Enna Clark, what are you afraid of? Afraid that I will force myself on you?"
"I am injured. Even if you wanted me to, I might not be up for it."
