Chapter 135: Her Legs as a Pillow_1

The dead don't come back; living bodies must provide the comfort.

Wyatt Perry closed his eyes, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from Claudia Ross.

He grew fonder of her scent, which was not the synthetic smell of perfume, but a natural body odor, with a hint of sweetness.

Claudia was utterly speechless.

He had just agreed to respect her, and now he was using her as a pillow again?

Did Hailey Jack also serve as a pillow for Wyatt Perry in the past?

The image was too beautiful, hard to imagine—a man resting his head on another man's shoulder, agh, that's surely bending.

Wyatt Perry was full of vigor; Hailey Jack was so pitiable.

Without realizing it, her thoughts had wandered too far.

Claudia shook her shoulders hard, "Mr. Perry, you can't sleep on my shoulder, can you?"

"Then where should I sleep?"

Wyatt Perry asked with his eyes closed.

"Go back and sleep there."

She meant that he definitely shouldn't lean on her.