My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Having known Hendrix for so many years, I was clearer than anyone else that if he wanted to stay, whatever I did to refute that was useless.

I simply closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep.

I didn't sleep well that night. Due to the fact that Anne had gone missing, I woke up in the middle of the night a few times. Thankfully, Hendrix was by my side. Every time I woke up, he would pat me on the back to comfort me.

I was already wide awake at six o'clock in the morning. I lifted my eyes to see that the sky was still dark outside the hotel. I really couldn't fall back asleep.

Right next to me, Hendrix maintained his position as he continued to hug me. After some hesitation, I moved my body.

Despite moving very lightly, I still woke him up. Our eyes made contact. His eyes were still halflidded, and it seemed that he hadn't completely woken up yet.

"What's wrong?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

I pursed my lips, got up, and said, "I..." He probably also noticed the time clearly. Noticing that it was still early, he reached out to hold me in his arms, saying, "It's still early."

I was unable to move as he held me. I reached out for the phone on the headboard.

However, he held down my hand and said, "Go to sleep."

lips, saying, "I can't

opened his eyes, and they were as dark as the night. He said in

was stunned

but Hendrix seemed to deliberately get closer to

we completely embraced each other in the dark of night, we couldn't see each other clearly. However, the more it was so, the more the atmosphere made me lose myself in my imagination. The sky gradually lit up,

me at the same time. I wanted to sleep, but

beside me and said in an

"How about a

lips and flipped over, still refusing to

at all. He got up and went into the bathroom,

laid on the bed. My body was uncomfortably sticky. It seemed

damp. I initially thought that Hendrix had finished outside, so I got up to turn on the

white bed sheet immediately and my heart

reflexively wanted to pull the

wasn't a huge distance to begin with, and the bloodstain was very obvious. Hendrix wasn't blind, how could he

He walked over to me, his gaze landing on the bloodstain which I had