Ava seemed to hear his voice, her anxiety was smoothed out by the gentleness, and her struggling movement slowly stopped.
Mason carefully tucked the quilt for Ava, then got up, walked into the bathroom, and brought out a basin of cold water. He put the towel in, wringed it out, and then helped her wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Ava’s eyebrows have been frowning, and two beautiful eyebrows have raised a small mountain. What is she thinking about in her dream? So unstable
Mason’s fingers fell on her brows unconsciously, and she gently stroked her fingertips and smoothed them slowly.
Maybe it was Mason’s actions with a deep feeling of pity, Ava’s anxiety seemed to be really driven away, the corners of her lips rose unconsciously, and a shallow smile bloomed on her quiet face.
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