“Aren’t you tired?”

“I’ve taken a long rest, so I’m good.”

Kyran wanted to say something but stopped and only replied with the word “Okay”. Following that, he went to lie down on the bed.

Deirdre switched off the lights. It was already late at night, and the room was very quiet. Deirdre waited until Kyran fell asleep from the sound of his breathing, which became calm, before she got up from the sofa.

She walked to the bed. Even though the room was pitch black, it was no different to her. She could even discern Kyran’s position by listening to his breathing.

Taking a deep breath to cheer herself up, Deirdre stretched out her hand, and her fingertips slowly landed on the man's eyebrows.

She groped bit by bit downwards, from his forehead to his high, straight nose. Deirdre opened her eyes. When her hand was about to reach his lips, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. In the dark, she felt the man's eyes were wide open and locked on her face.

It was a vigorous hand grab, but when Kyr