Chapter 8

Conlin was lying on the pillow. He tilted his head sideways and couldn't see Athach's face.

He can only see her in pajamas, her white thighs and her white wrists.

When her hand came to his shoulder, he could still smell the faint fragrance from her hand.

The smell was very clear, and his heart palpitations and irritability were instantly soothed.

This is the calmness that has never been seen before.

After Athach gave him the injection, Conlin's palpitations and irritability were appeased. He was sleepy after three days' sleep.

Conlin was still holding on, looking at Athach.

Athach pulled the needle out of his body, and her voice was soft and waxy: "Sleep, I'm here."

Very lightly, let Conlin unload his psychological defense, unable to endure drowsiness any longer, and closed his eyes to sleep.

Athach looked at Conlin who was asleep, and his face was still cold, but it was much softer, and there was no cruelty and coldness. It looked a lot pleasing to the eye.