In her sleep, Zoe Yale felt as if she heard someone talking to her. She rolled over slightly and murmured.
She rubbed her face against the pillow as if she was still uncomfortable and frowned.
Charles White's nerves instantly tensed up as he reached out and touched her forehead.
His palm was very warm, and as soon as he placed it on her icy forehead, Zoe immediately let out a comfortable moan.
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed his arm, treating it like a pillow, pulled it into her embrace, and held on tight.
Charles White: "..."!!
His palm touched something soft, and his ears unconsciously reddened. He wanted to pull his hand back, but as soon as he moved, the girl tightened her grip as if someone were trying to steal her pillow.
Even her legs wrapped around Charles White's arm...
Her arms hugging his, his body had no choice but to adjust to her movements, gently lying down on the bed to make her more comfortable.
