Sleepyhead

The night grew later.

When Bryson looked at Audrey, his eyes were filled with pity and affection.

Audrey was so tired that she didn't even want to move any fingers. Her hand ached with tiredness after three hours' hard work.

"Are you still tired?" Bryson pinched her fingers and looked down at Audrey's small face.

Audrey glared at him. "Of course."

"Sorry."

He said sorry, but he did not look apologetic at all.

Audrey yawned and asked, "Where did you go tonight?"

Bryson's face suddenly darkened.

"Nothing. You are sleepy. Go to sleep."

"All right." Audrey nodded and fell asleep almost instantly.

Bryson looked at Audrey's tired sleeping face and lowered his head to kiss her forehead. He then walked to the room next door and knocked.

Harold was playing an online game in high spirits.

He did not even turn around. "Audrey, my door is not locked. What do you want? Just come in."