Seeing that she hadn't opened her eyes for a long time, he once again felt gloriously ignored.
So, with his tall figure, he sat down next to her, stretched his long arm, and pulled her into his arms. Sophie Smith was forced to open her eyes.
"Does your expression mean you don't want to see me?" he asked, frowning.
"Huh?" Was she being that obvious?
"Are you tired of me?" Asher Land stared at her face and asked word by word.
"Why are you stealing my lines today?" Isn't that something she should say? Hearing it from him was quite weird.
"Can't I just ask casually?"
He used every means to force her to stay by his side. She must hate him, so sometimes she didn't even want to spare him a glance. Somehow, today he loved to let his imagination run wild.
Sophie didn't say anything. She had long lost herself now. These topics were always so heavy, pressing on her in a way that made it hard to breathe.
