The green mang nest was in his arms, greedily sucking the smell of his bath, mixed with the faint scent of pine wood, like a drowning man caught a life-saving straw, and now is all of her.
Gwen’s body was still tight, but his nerves slowly slowed down, trying his best to calm down the anxiety and fear that he had just brought.
After a while, lazily speaking, “I want to sleep.”
She was so frightened that she really wanted to sleep, her nerves were a bit depleted, and she was a little tired.
Lucas gave a hum, hugged Gwen and laid her flat on the bed, tucked her quilt by the way, gently covered her forehead with a big palm, and said softly: “Go to sleep.”
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