Bab 387: Chapter 387-388: What Identity

On the two-meter-wide bed, the two were still fast asleep. His large hand encircled her waist, trapping her against his chest tightly, not allowing her any chances to escape.

Cherish Turner frowned and slowly woke up.

It was her biological clock that always woke her up at seven o'clock, even on days when she didn't have work.

She groggily opened her eyes, his face so close to hers, his breath clearly sprinkling on her face. Recalling last night's events, her fair cheeks flushed red again, and she found herself unable to face him. She gently pushed him, but he didn't wake up.

Using a little more force, she pulled his large hand away.

William Griffith immediately furrowed his brows. She got scared and dared not move again.