That night, Stephen didn't ask Yvonne any further questions. He hugged her to sleep.

The next morning, Yvonne slowly opened her eyes to see Stephen quietly sleeping. At such a close distance, she could see the stubble on his face.

She rarely had a chance to look at Stephen like this, so she cherished that moment. She kept looking at him as if trying to etch his face in her memory.

Sure enough, one couldn't get enough of the person they had feelings for. Just like how Yvonne couldn't get enough of his face at that moment. She wanted to look at him for the rest of his life.

"Have you had enough yet?" Stephen asked suddenly.

Yvonne jumped. "You're up?"

"Hmm." Stephen opened his eyes and looked at Yvonne. "How did you sleep last night?"

"It was alright." Yvonne smiled and buried herself in Stephen's arms like a little kitten.

The next second, Stephen gasped a little. Yvonne looked up to see his face all scrunched up.

"What is it?"

"My arm's numb. Don't move."

Yvonne was stunned