Mitchel chuckled.

“I've already made you happy. Aren't you going to thank me? Don't you think you should call me more affectionately?"

Raegan knew what he meant, but she couldn't say it out loud. What they were doing now?

She wanted to avoid it, so she found an excuse.

“I'm sleepy.”

After this, she closed her eyes and pretended to be languid.

Mitchel's hand on Raegan's waist stiffened for a moment. Then, the heat of his body seemed to cool down a bit.

Raegan knew he was angry, but she still didn't dare to open her eyes.

There was a slight trace of fear in her heart.

Every time Mitchel treated her a little better, she could feel her heart flutter.

Indeed, one could forget the pain after the wound healed. And she was the perfect example of it.

Actually, Raegan didn't want to continue being like this with Mitchel.

She feared that if she allowed him to continue treating her well, the affection she had struggled to suppress in her heart would resurface.

She knew that too much expectation led to desperation. She had experienced it before, and she didn't want to suffer from it again.

Maybe too many things had happened today, which made Raegan exhausted.

The moment she set these thoughts aside, she immediately fell asleep.

Mitchel was a little annoyed. And he was even more annoyed when he saw her fall asleep so quickly.

But he couldn't do anything to her, so he could only let it pass.

Mitchel watched Raegan sleep. He thought she looked more docile when she was asleep than when she was awake.

He wasn't sure if she was dreaming, but her slender arm clung to his waist tightly. He couldn't help lowering his eyes. Then he saw her lips slightly parted. There were also some bite marks on her collarbone.