His uneasiness
His uneasiness
The light of the sunset on the horizon faded and night was about to emerge.
On the carved ancient bed, two bodies were embracing. The woman was lying on her side, her hair was slightly messy, the man had his arm under her head, and his other hand was wrapped tightly around the woman. At this moment, the woman uncomfortably frowned and moved a bit. She was already showing signs of waking up.
"Don't move, let's sleep a bit more." The arms on the thin blanket tightened, and the two of them became more considerate.
Yun Qianliang turned his body to the side and laid on his right arm uncomfortably, wanting to flip over, but he was trapped, thus he had the feeling of waking up. A familiar voice sounded beside his ears.
"My right hand is uncomfortable."