After a while, Lucas’s bare back of his hand, which was exposed in the air, was suddenly tentatively covered by a warm little hand, and then gently held.
I looked down in surprise. I don’t know when the little hand that stretched out from under the quilt was driving away the chill from him a little bit at this time.
Sweeping up, the girl lying on the bed seemed to be doing nothing, still sleeping with her eyes closed, but her trembling eyelashes revealed her tension.
There was a slight smile at the corners of his lips, and he was in a good mood, even with all the displeasure tonight, he was driven away.
Gwen was a little uneasy the moment she held his hand. She had never been so proactive in her previous life. Tonight was too abnormal and he would have doubts.
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