Conlin was lying on the pillow. He tilted his head sideways and couldn’t see Athach’s face.
He can only see her in pajamas, her white thighs and her white wrists.
When her hand came to his shoulder, he could still smell the faint fragrance from her hand.
The smell was very clear, and his heart palpitations and irritability were instantly soothed.
This is the calmness that has never been seen before.
After Athach gave him the injection, Conlin’s palpitations and irritability were appeased. He was sleepy after three days’ sleep.
Conlin was still holding on, looking at Athach.
Athach pulled the needle out of his body, and her voice was soft and waxy: “Sleep, I’m here.”
Very lightly, let Conlin unload his psychological defense, unable to endure drowsiness any longer, and closed his eyes to sleep.
Athach looked at Conlin who was asleep, and his face was still cold, but it was much softer, and there was no cruelty and coldness. It looked a lot pleasing to the eye.
Looking at Conlin’s long black and dense eyelashes, Athach reached out and touched them: “Eyelashes are actually quite long.”
Athach didn’t know much about Conlin’s body, so she stayed by the bed.
Later, she couldn’t bear it, and fell asleep at the bedside.
Falling asleep, Athach suddenly felt the danger, suddenly opened her eyes, and met a pair of scarlet eyes full of murder.
” … hmm.”
Athach looked up, and she was strangled by Conlin. He was so fast that she had no time to make moves.
This time, Conlin shot very biting, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up.
Athach was suffocating, and she grabbed Conlin’s arm. Broke it with force.
Conlin let go of the pain, but attacked her with his fist again.
The two fought fiercely in the room again, and all the furnishings in the room were affected.
Before Conlin was awake, Athach failed to beat him. This time Conlin lost his mind, and Athach failed to beat him, too.
In a few minutes, Athach was once again strangled by Conlin and pressed on the bed.
Conlin’s eyes were scarlet, and he strangled Athach hard. His body also pressed her, and his thin pajamas made their body temperature rise rapidly.
Conlin smelled the faint, clear fragrance from her.
This kind of fragrance gradually calmed him who was bloodthirsty and manic.
Just when Athach thought she was going to be strangled, Conlin suddenly let go, took her into his arms, rolled around, and lay on the bed.
Soon, she heard Conlin breathing steadily.
He’s, uh, asleep.
Athach: …
“Mr. Greef?”
Athach tried to shout a few times, but there was no response from Conlin. He did fall asleep.
Athach was imprisoned in his arms, and her posture was not very good. She was very uncomfortable and wanted to come out of his arms.
But she didn’t move, and Conlin held her tighter, and his arm was also across her neck.
Conlin held her tighter: “Don’t move.”
Athach suspected that if she moved again, he would probably strangle her directly with his arm.
But this posture made her uncomfortable: ” I feel very uncomfortable.”
She has difficulty breathing.
Conlin’s arm across her neck was slightly loose, and she adjusted her posture.
Athach tried several times, and as soon as she moved, Conlin would hold her tight, as if she were a cotton doll pillow.
Later, Athach gave up, but fortunately, she would not have difficulty breathing.
She was imprisoned in Conlin’s arms as an octopus.
Her back is his strong and generous chest, his strong arms hold her tightly, and her side face is attached to his arms, and his powerful heartbeat can be heard.
This was the first time that Athach was so close to a man. The tip of her nose was full of men’s hormones. She thought she would be ashamed, but it rarely made her feel at ease.