After about twenty minutes, he finally finished helping her bathe. Keeping her from falling was one thing, but then he also had to use a towel to dry her body; he was nearly exhausted by it all.
"Try drinking again next time." His lips were at her ear, speaking through gritted teeth.
"I—I want to drink; it has nothing to do with you..." Sophie, subconsciously, was already opposing him, speaking indistinctly. Despite her unclear words, Asher understood her.
His face darkened instantly, and with a cold snort, he directly tossed her onto the bed.
Her small body sunk into the warm and soft bed, she turned over and began to enjoy her sleep.
Asher was also somewhat tired, his body reclining onto the bed.
Sophie suddenly seemed to realize something and struggled to sit up.
"What do you want to do now?" Can't he get a moment's rest?
"I can't sleep with you, I've told you, before marriage, there needs to be separate rooms..." Sophie muttered, eyes downcast.
