Inside the extended Lincoln, Sophie lay down, her head resting on Thomas Shannon's legs.
She closed her eyes, her breath somewhat feverish.
Thomas Shannon lowered his head, a hand probing her forehead, "Is it a fever?"
Sophie kept her eyes closed and didn't speak, seeming extremely exhausted...
Her frail appearance made Thomas Shannon's heart ache terribly.
......
Satisfied with a good sleep, early the next day, Sophie was full of vitality again.
"Thomas Shannon, I'm hungry... I didn't eat anything last night."
In one sentence, she easily defeated him.
Thomas Shannon buried his head in her neck, deeply inhaling the scent on her body, "Little scamp, always torturing me."
"So, will you let me have breakfast?"
"Of course, how dare I not."
Although he didn't indulge completely, while washing up in the restroom, Thomas Shannon still found a way to get a little compensation.
After some fuss, 20 minutes had passed.
