Woke up?
Lincoln woke up!
Her eyes were watery, clear, and pure, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, crystal tears falling on the back of his hand.
Lincoln frowned.
"If you cry like this, others will think your husband is dead and you are widowed."
"But am I still alive?"
He was seriously injured, and it took a lot of effort to move his fingers. But now he was touching her fingertips, and moved slightly from time to time, with a little seductive meaning.
Zayla wiped her tears away messy with the back of her hand. He hurt so badly and he still didn't forget to flirt with her!
Who said he was her husband?
She did not marry him!
Zayla pushed his hand away and immediately reached out to ring the bell.
His eyes followed her and fixed on her.
He smiled, but more than that. He teased her.
"It's rare to see you cry. I don't expect you to be a crying beauty."