Sophia lay on the bed, her cheeks still streaked with dried tears.
But her expression was peaceful.
She couldn't understand it at all—how could something so painful end up feeling so good?
Her body felt light, almost ethereal, a sensation she had never experienced before. In that moment, it was as if her spirit had transcended to a higher plane.
She even felt a little guilty, realizing she had completely misunderstood Ethan. It really was just a massage, not some kind of revenge.
In this state, Sophia slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Ethan, seeing this, quickly nudged her.
"Hey, Sophia, go sleep at your own place. Don't just crash at my house!"
But for some reason—maybe on purpose—Sophia didn't open her eyes. She stubbornly stayed asleep, occupying Ethan's bed.
"..."
Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief.