Adrian Zhekova smiled and suddenly raised his hand, letting his palm gently rest on top of Cindy Clarke's head.
Cindy was startled for a moment, feeling the tender force on her hair.
"Good luck tomorrow," Adrian said softly, gently massaging her head for a moment or two.
Cindy's heartbeat suddenly quickened and she responded in a low voice, "Okay."
"Then get some rest early; I'm going to bed," Adrian said softly. "Don't stay up too late, either. You need to be well-rested for the competition tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'm going to bed now," Cindy obediently replied.
Seeing her act so obediently made Adrian struggle to hold himself back.
He almost didn't want to leave; he just wanted to pull her into his arms and crush her into his bones.
But in the end, he left, taking his pillow and blanket with him.
With Adrian around, Cindy couldn't easily bring herself to leave the bedroom.
Fortunately, she'd already washed up before Adrian came.
