She closed her eyes with her cheeks against his sturdy chest.
Her ears were buzzing because of his sonorous heartbeat.
It was a peaceful night, and both of them remained silent.
They could hear each other's heartbeat and feel each other's breath.
Joseph's slender finger touched her eyebrows gently, then lowered his head, kissing her softly.
Actually, when his lips touched her forehead, her nose twitched.
In fact, Irish knew herself well.
If Joseph treated Becky or any other woman in the same way as he did to her, she would be envious, and her heart would be broken.
Therefore, Irish hated him because he was so cruel.
Irish wanted to let him go, bury him in the deep of her heart because she didn't want to feel so much pain.
