The next day.
The warm light from outside filtered into the room, casting upon the soft, thick carpet.
Eva Nightingale habitually wriggled, feeling her small hand grasp something hard and solid.
Hmm, what is it?
What is this thing!
Without opening her eyes, she reached out and prodded at that hard object.
Lucas Knight's face was dark! He was already uncomfortable, and she kept rubbing against him, stirring up a fiery heat!
Eva pinched that thing again, feeling like a wall of meat, warm and solid.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying in the man's embrace!
And his body was hot, like a big furnace.
His even breaths fanned over her head, causing her not to dare move, for fear of waking him!
However, the man was already awake, his large hand resting on her small waist, and he spoke, "Eva."
"Mm~" Eva responded, then lifted his hand and sat up, "Honey, I have to get up."
Today is her mother's memorial day, and she visits every year.
