You Can't Tell a Lie to Leon

Sharon's POV—

 

When I woke up in the next morning, I found myself in my bed. I tried to move my hands, only to find myself unable to do so. It was like a train had run over me. My whole body ached. If that wasn't enough, the idiots have wrapped their arms all around me, rendering me immobile. I attempted to remove their hands but I failed in it. Their arms were very heavy in the first place, coupled with my aching body, I wasn't able to budge them a bit. I thrashed in my 'trap,' hoping that would wake them up. As expected, nothing happened. They kept sleeping like a donkey after a day of labour.

 

My throat ached as well. With a hoarse voice, I yelled, "Take your arms off me!" My voice stirred them up. They slowly opened their eyes and smiled at me.

 

"Good morning, Your Majesty!"

 

"Good morning, darling~"

 

They greeted me in unison.