Stellan Sutton's soft, rhythmic breathing seemed to echo right beside her ear. It felt like someone was blowing softly against her ear, sending a tingling sensation straight to her heart, making it itch unbearably.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she suddenly threw off the blanket and sat up from the sofa.
Stellan Sutton hadn't had time to dodge, still holding onto her long hair.
"…"
Seeing Eve Sherman looking at him bewilderedly, he explained in a low voice, "Your hair isn't dry. If you sleep like this, you'll feel uncomfortable in the morning."
Eve Sherman nearly had a handful of her hair pulled out by him just now, and now the pain had woken her up.
"I wasn't asleep, President Sutton."
Eve Sherman awkwardly took the towel from his hand, "I was just resting my eyes."
"Alright. Then dry your hair before you sleep."
Stellan Sutton said as he turned to find her a hairdryer.
