Asher slept very tiredly. Dreams came one after another, some real and some absurd, entangled in his chaotic mind. He worked hard to make them seamless, which made this sleep seem long and long...
When he transitioned to the fourth or fifth dream, the place where his forehead was resting on Saer's shoulder suddenly became empty.
As soon as the warm and solid touch disappeared, the headache inexplicably became worse. Asher frowned subconsciously, and before he could lift his eyelids, he felt something in front of his face blowing a gust of wind.
boom------
He felt himself being suddenly lifted up and turned into a flat position. Then the hand protecting his stomach was clamped by a strong force and twisted to the side in an extremely awkward and powerless position. Fortunately, the joints were not dislocated.
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