This man who doesn't understand romance at all.
She writhed in pain, which was still unbearable.
And she had to admit, the sofa really wasn't suitable for sleeping; the cushion was too soft, and her body was a bit contorted.
As she lay there, the room was very quiet, and she suddenly felt very lonely.
She had actually been very naughty since she was a child and had been injured many times. As a small child, she had always been protected by her parents. Every time she was hurt and went back home, her parents would be so distressed; they were incredibly good to her. During the times she was injured, she could be endlessly petulant and imperious.
But now.
She looked at the environment that was no longer strange to her.
Now, she could only rely on herself.
She moved her body, trying hard to get herself up from the sofa.
