The Abused Little Girl

The girl was curled up in the bed, and her pitch-black hair was as smooth as silk. The moonlight fell on her face. Her skin was delicate and fair, her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, trembled with her breath. She was sleeping peacefully, and her usual cold face looked like a pear blossom with raindrops in spring.

Under her delicate nose, her pink lips were slightly curled up, glowing with a seductive luster.

Spark held his head with a hand and played with the hair beside her ear with his fingers, and a gleam of affection flickered across his eyes.

"Claire…"

He whispered.

Claire seemed not to be sleeping well and frowned slightly.

Spark stretched out his hand, smoothed her eyebrows, and his thin lips curled up in a pampering smile.

Claire looked so cute in her sleep.

Spark came over every night then onwards.

He leaned against the bed, staring at Claire's sleeping face, unwilling to look away for even half a minute.