My answer was somewhat weak, and fortunately, I didn't save Irvin's contact in my phone. Hendrix should not have guessed that it was Irvin who had called.
Fortunately, he didn't continue to ask. He just held me in his arms and said softly, "Take a bath and go to bed early!"
I nodded, threw my phone aside, and went into the bathroom.
Hendrix was already lying on the bed when I came out of the bathroom. The injury on his back had almost recovered. After wiping my hair dry, I climbed onto the bed and took the book from his hand.
Leaning in, I said, "Don't read in bed. The bed is a place to sleep."
He looked sideways at me. I could feel his cold gaze falling on my face. Looking at him at such a close distance, his gaze was meaningful, his nose bridge was tall, his lips were thin, and Adam's apple was...
I couldn't help swallowing my saliva and felt a little dry in my throat as I continued to look downwards. I shifted my gaze away and said with a cough, "Go to bed early!"
Snuggling into the quilt, I heard him turning off the light. I could feel my body burning as I laid in bed.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around my body. Leaning in close to him, I could smell the fragrance emanating from his body. It seemed that he had stopped smoking recently, and he smelled nice.
"Hen..." As my slightly stiff body was in his embrace, I asked, "Hendrix, are you trying to quit smoking?"
He leaned in closer to me and reached out his hand to lift my chin slightly. Through the faint light seeping in from outside the window, I could see his handsome facial features and his dark eyes.
"How long has it been since we have last done it?" He asked in a magnetic and alluring voice.
Perplexed, I stared at him blankly and answered him with a "Huh?"
It was only after that that I realized what he was talking about. I couldn't help but blush, looked at him and whispered, "Can you do it?"
The next day.
Jarold City was covered in a white blanket of snow. The wind blew from the north, and it was freezing cold. When I woke up, I was still in Hendrix's arms.
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