She is Not What They Think Chapter 48

The night outside the window is thick.

The bed in the single dormitory is not very big.

The arm suppressed by the big hand above the head was slender and white. The sleeve of the thin sweater slipped a bit when he raised his hand, and the joints were red as he struggled on the pillow.

His palm-sized face was covered by the other hand, leaving only his dazed and moist eyes exposed.

The look in these eyes is really innocent, like the eyes of a carefree dog. When you are slightly drunk, putting it on a face that is too beautiful will only increase the anger of the person behind you.