Matthew Saxon loved running his fingers through her hair over and over again, enjoying the feeling of her soft locks slipping through his fingers.
"I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I'll turn into a ghost." Her voice was hoarse with sleepiness, yawning one after another, and when she looked at Matthew Saxon, she saw multiple shadows.
"What nonsense."
Matthew Saxon looked at her a bit helplessly and covered her eyes with his large hand. "Sleep, I won't sleep tonight. I'll watch over you."
Scarlett Yates was truly exhausted.
When Matthew Saxon's hand covered her eyes, the light in front of her completely darkened, and waves of drowsiness washed over her. She finally couldn't resist anymore, closed her eyes, and murmured dreamily, "Aren't you sleepy?"
With each word she spoke, her voice got softer, and the last word sounded like a sigh.
By the time she finished speaking, she had already slipped into a deep sleep.
