On the bed, the person who ought to be lying quietly sat up.
At this moment, she sat right in the middle of the bed, hugging a quilt, her body slightly tilted.
Her long hair was loose, and her beautiful eyes were half-closed, resembling someone who was half-drunk, half-dreaming, looking at him in confusion like a roly-poly toy that could topple over at any moment.
Poe Vaughn hadn’t anticipated seeing Ava Sterling , especially not waking up so soon.
Ava looked at Poe Vaughn, and unlike usual, her eyes didn’t light up instantly; she remained in that misty state, staring unblinkingly.
She resembled a paused doll, maintaining that position, unmoving.
Poe Vaughn looked at her dazed eyes and drunken demeanor, clearly she hadn’t sobered up yet.
However, she looked quite adorable .
Clumsy and naive, very obedient.
He walked over, sat on the bed, and touched her forehead.
The temperature was normal, but...
His gaze fell on her exposed shoulders and neck. She was wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown, the V-neck kind, revealing much of her shoulder and neck skin, including her front.
At this moment, there were many marks on her body, all left by him last night.
Now these were exposed, and the chill followed.
He raised his hand to take the quilt away from her to cover her.
, she wouldn’t get better.
However, the moment he grabbed the quilt, she reacted, quickly wrapping the quilt around her and glaring at him unhappily: "Don’t touch my stuff!"
She was fierce, although this fierceness had no intimidation under her drunken state.
Poe Vaughn’s hand paused, looking at her fierce but cute demeanor, like protecting her own, and then he spoke: "Not cold?"
Ava was stunned: "Cold?"
She instinctively looked at him and saw he was wearing a thin robe, like a layer of gauze, and frowned: "Are you cold?"
Poe Vaughn didn’t reply.
Ava looked at Poe Vaughn’s open collar as he sat down, exposing a large area of skin, seemingly saying he was cold.
Ava frowned, looked at the quilt in her arms, it was large and she only held a quarter of it, there was still three-quarters left.
Hmm, sharing a bit with him wouldn’t be a problem.
So, Ava pointed to a corner of the quilt and said: "Cover yourself with that."
After saying this, her body started to tilt towards that corner of the quilt.
Honestly, as she spoke, her body followed, putting her words into action.
Seeing this, Poe Vaughn hurriedly reached out, and in an instant, Ava fell into his arms.
Ava, already dizzy, felt even dizzier as she fell.
She closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembling, like a leaf falling from high above, needing time to settle gently.
Poe Vaughn held her steadily, at this moment looking at the person in his arms. She was obedient, soft, a bit silly, a bit adorable, but more innocent, naïve.
Now she was like a child of a few years old, knowing nothing yet finding everything novel.
He didn’t move, just held her , gazing at her, his eyes deep.
Ava took a long time to recover, opened her eyes, and with one glance, she saw an incredibly handsome face and a pair of mesmerizing eyes.
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Looking at Poe Vaughn’s captivating face now, as soon as she saw it, she couldn’t snap out of it.
This face was truly well-shaped, a nose is a nose, an eye is an eye, a brow is a brow, a lip is a lip, looking very comfortable and pleasing to the eye.
It’s strange, clearly everyone is the same, all with a pair of eyes, a nose, a mouth, why the difference is so vast?
Some people are just so ordinary, while some make you remember for a lifetime at a glance.
Remembering for a long, long time.
Ava thought she should touch this face, it would be worth touching, not wasting her coming into this world.
Thinking this, Ava lifted her hand to touch Poe Vaughn’s face.
Poe Vaughn was holding her, never moving, seeming to permit her to do whatever she wanted next.
Seeing this outstretched hand, her gaze, demeanor, he knew instantly what she wanted to do.
However, her hand seemed to lack strength, also awfully sluggish, reaching very slowly, as if there were countless obstacles from her hand to his face, needing a long time.
Having no choice, he lowered his head, and in an instant, his cheek was against her palm.