Adam Piers commanded Bertha Swift, then forced himself to close his eyes.
But even with his eyes closed, the woman in his arms, Bertha Swift, showed no sign of sleep, trapped in his embrace, both angry and helpless.
Tossing a few times, Bertha heard a deep voice above her head, "If you don't sleep, I won't mind you getting dirty."
Adam's words successfully stopped Bertha from tossing, her body rigidly stiff.
Yet, her position was far too awkward, exceedingly uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but inhale deeply, "Could you move your arm away?"
Ever since the man pulled her over, his arm had been clasped around her waist, making Bertha very uncomfortable, to the point where even breathing became difficult.
"Heh," Adam chuckled, not removing his arm, but rather tightening his grip.