In the dark room, only the silhouette of a woman could be seen on the large bed.
Below her waist, the blanket bulged unnaturally.
The woman on the bed seemed to be having a nightmare. Her eyes were shut tight, her fingers clutched the pillow, and she was drenched in sweat.
Her body was as taut as a bowstring, and she whimpered and muttered something under her breath.
This went on for a long while before she suddenly went limp, her mouth opening to gasp for air like a fish out of water.
Miles Sherman got up and handed Zoe Pierce the water from the bedside table.
Zoe Pierce drank straight from the glass he held.
After wetting her throat, a languor seemed to seep from the very marrow of her bones, and as she lay in bed, another wave of drowsiness washed over her.
Miles Sherman finished off the rest of the water, then picked up his Intelligent Brain and glanced at it with a chuckle.
Zoe Pierce heard him and asked, "What is it?"
