Hendrix did not give me any response. Instead, as he spoke, he lowered his head and bit onto my lips.
It hurt a little, but it didn't matter much. I looked at him with a frown and complained, "Hendrix, are you trying to be a dog?"
He laughed with his hoarse voice, "It was too sweet, so I couldn't help myself."
I glared at him, "You..."
He carried me up and turned around, directly pressing me onto the bed.
"Hendrix, turn off the lights!" I said in a panic.
"Hmm," He reached out and pressed the remote control on the bedside table. With a soft press, the room fell into darkness.
In the pitch- black space, the only thing that remained was the sound of breathing.
After a whole night of fun, I was laying in his arms. His long legs were still pressing on me, and he had no intention of moving away.
I rested my head on his arm and lay face-to-face with him. It would be too awkward if we were too close to each other.
Hendrix caressed my back with his hands and tried to coax me to sleep. It was getting quite late, and our position made it easier for me to fall asleep.
I slowly closed my eyes as I felt drowsy. Soon, I fell asleep.
I slept exceptionally well that night. It was already eight o'clock in the morning when I woke up the next day. Hendrix was still lying beside me.
I reached out to hold him by habit and moved myself towards him. He reached out to hold me in his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you awake?"
I nodded, "Yes!"
He smiled faintly, and then...
Noticing that something was amiss, my drowsiness suddenly disappeared and I looked up at him.
He smiled lightly, "Good girl, I can do it on my own."
I..
I wanted to say something at first, but upon seeing him act in such a way, I felt a little overwhelmed.
An hour later.
At the dining table, I felt much better after taking a bath. Hendrix was pan-frying some bacon in the kitchen.
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