Chapitre 95: Climbing Your bed?

Oriana lightly licked her dry lips, remembering she was supposed to head downstairs to get a drink. She tried to pull her hand, but even in his deep sleep, he had held it as if his life depended on it. 

She sighed and was thinking what to do, when—

'What the!'

Arlan turned to his one side, pulling her body along with him. She ended up balancing herself over him, her other free arm supporting her body that hovered over his. 

She was tempted to smack him awake in the face. 'I just pitied you and now you are taking advantage of my generosity, you brat!'

Remembering Arlan was her key to enter the palace, Oriana decisively swallowed the curses about to spill out from her mouth. She pressed her lips in a thin line and was about to pull her hand back when she heard him  mumble. 

"Don't… leave me…"