The Fluffy Tail Wrapped Around Her Hands

"Leave everything here to me, you go ahead and sleep."

Nine Smith leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Lora Sharp felt a stronger sense of drowsiness and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Once he was certain she was asleep, Nine Smith lay down beside her for a while.

However, his gentle and clear eyes gradually changed.

Eventually, they returned to their usual cold and indifferent state!

If Lora Sharp were awake at this moment, she would notice that today's 'Nine Smith' was different from before.

Marcus Wood reached out and gently brushed the strand of hair on Lora Sharp's forehead.

Although his gaze remained calm, his touch was gentle.

Afraid of waking her up.

Everything he had done just now was based on his memory, imitating what he used to do during his rut.

Sure enough, Lora Sharp showed no resistance, instead, she appeared close to him and trusted him deeply.