I was well aware that it was all due to that damn habit haunting me; I missed his embrace, that warm and cozy embrace—I really treasured it.
Ever since I was little, my body tended towards coldness; often, I would sleep through the night and wake up in the morning with my limbs still chilly. But ever since I started sleeping with him, he would always hold me tightly in his arms, and I always thought that warmth was truly beautiful.
And now, suddenly deprived of that warmth, I really wasn't used to it, damn it!
I pinched my face, silently cursing myself for being so weak, longing for a man the moment we parted, so I started to toughen up again!
I flipped over and then back again, fidgeting until midnight while my mind remained oddly awake. This state of being desperately made me call out for the sandman to come...
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and tiptoed out of the bedroom, intending to get a glass of water.
