Dinner was abundant, but neither of them ate much, leaving quite a bit of food, which ended up in the trash.
Oliver Bloom told Elise Don to lie down in bed, treating her like a patient while he tidied up the kitchen.
After everything was tidied up, Oliver Bloom came out of the bathroom.
Elise Don was rare in her docility, leaning toward him as he lifted the covers to get in.
Oliver Bloom exerted a little force with his hands, pulling her into his embrace.
Elise Don nestled against Oliver Bloom's neck and shoulder, breathing deeply and softly. Perhaps due to a change in shower gel, Oliver Bloom smelled of a faint icy frost today, cool and cold.
Closing his eyes, Oliver Bloom asked her while cultivating sleepiness, "Does it still hurt there?"
Elise Don shook her head, "It hasn't hurt for a while."
"I'm sorry."
This was already Oliver Bloom's third apology.
