37:Spoiled Queen, Possessive King
It was so bright in the morning, sunlight sneaking in through the window, casting its glow on the beautiful couple who were still sleeping lazily.
"Tsk," Zaiyila hissed in annoyance, shielding her face from the light without opening her eyes.
"Sleep more, don't bother about the sun," Everett's voice echoed as he moved closer to Zaiyila, resting his head on her chest. With a simple wave of his hand, the curtain dropped, blocking out the sunlight.
Zaiyila didn't move; her eyes remained closed. In no time, she drifted back to sleep—and so did the couple once again.
. . . . .
By the time Zaiyila opened her eyes again, it was already noon. She looked at the bed and found it empty. She wanted to quickly get up and look for him but realized she couldn't move—her body was aching painfully.
"It's not like I went hunting all night, so why is my body aching this badly?" she murmured, hissing softly from the pain.
