บท 120: Wake up

A fragile figure squirmed in her bed as she tossed and turned, wriggling and writhing in pain. It was enough to wake the person next to her in confusion before sending panic signals to his brain.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as it slid down and grew bigger like building a body part of a snowman.

The blonde-haired man sat up in an instant and touched her forehead as his other hand used as a support on the bed. His pupils dilated as he felt the freshly wet patches on the pillow and followed to the extent of its dampness.

He threw the blanket off her body to see darker stains on the mattress cover, mapping her body figure. His eyes darted towards her clothes to see it clinging on her skin. She was soaking wet! 

This was the second time he had seen her this way.