Seeing the man standing by the bed, Tara Summer frowned again. He was in a casual black suit.
One hand in his pocket, the other holding a tray, his posture was elegant and he looked fresh and spirited.
Seeing this, she couldn't help but want to complain; every time she cared for him, worried about his lack of sleep, and pushed him to get some rest, but in the end, it was always her who suffered, while the man remained vigorous.
"Liam Yancey, in the future, no matter how many days you go without resting, I promise I won't care!" She turned over, facing away from him, closed her eyes, and wanted to doze off again.
"Would you really?" The man chuckled softly, his deep and magnetic voice was pleasing to the ear. He put down the tray, leaned closer to her, just ten centimeters away, his warm breath brushing her cheek.
Tara Summer sensitively shrank her neck and moved her body to the other side, but the man caught her waist and she could no longer move.
