Hearing Aren's voice through the blanket, Jocelyn's body stiffened for a moment.
Even if her breathing was really not getting irregular right now, and the irregularity of breathing reminded her of the suffocating feeling when Miles grabbed her neck, Jocelyn still clenched the blanket tightly, as if under the blanket, she was in a different world with Aren.
Before the redness on her face was completely gone, Jocelyn did not want to see Aren again.
Jocelyn shook her head and wanted to speak, but when she realized that she could not make a sound at this moment, she pulled the blanket down a little to reveal half of her face. She looked at Aren and then shook her head to indicate that she did not feel suffocated.
Jocelyn shifted her gaze to the door, hoping that Aren would understand her message and leave the room immediately.
Although Jocelyn could not speak, her eyes perfectly expressed what was on her mind.