Chapter 91: Was He Intentional?

He was still domineering.



Emily looked at Hunter's back. After hesitating for a moment, she walked to the other side of the big
bed, opened the quilt and lay down.



But she didn't think of it. If she slept here, Hunter would just stare at her.



Hunter didn't close his eyes, his eyes did fall on Emily, which made Emily a little nervous.



She didn't know whether to lie down, or just turn her back to him.



But being stared at by him, Emily always felt uncomfortable.



His gaze was too sharp, he was still so energetic when he was about to sleep.



It was really rude to stare at others like this! Didn't he know it at all?





"Master Hunter, I have to go to class tomorrow.” Emily reminded.



"Yeah." Hunter responded indifferently. His gaze still fell on her side.



Emily didn't know if he was looking at her, or whether he had no focus at all.



After all, he was just lying on his side, facing right here.



However, the person being watched was really a bit embarrassed.



It was almost three oclock, and there were only less than four hours left before dawn.



She was really sleepy, and finally bit her lip and turned her back to him.



“I just made you displeased?" Behind her, the man's voice became more and more cold.



She turned her head abruptly, and her gaze slammed into the depths of his eyes.





Deep, like stars in the night sky, and like two black holes. After letting her look in, it was difficult for her
to get out again.



Finally, she moved her gaze away from the depths of his eyes forcefully. However, her gaze fell on his
chest again.



That seductive chest muscle...



Wow! Emily didn't know if the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was adjusted too high, it
was a bit hot...



She lowered her eyes and only dared to look at her own hand, “Hunter, it's really late, let's..."



"I feel a little headache.” Hunter said.



The words were a bit abrupt, but luckily, she reacted quickly.





Emily felt nervous. She leaned in and reached out to touch his forehead.



The temperature was not high or low. Emily didn’t know if it was normal or he had a little low-grade
fever.



“I'll take your temperature." She wanted to lift the quilt and get up.



"I'm tired.” Hunter's arm crossed the quilt, and actually draped on her body through the quilt.



"Young Master Hunter...”



"It's comfortable to put it like this." He closed his eyes, seeming not to care about his behavior at all.



Emily sighed, too. His arm was injured. If put it under the quilt, and the quilt might touch the wound.



Although it had been bandaged, it would hurt even if being touched.





Put it outside the quilt, it should be safer.



But why did he put his arm on her? Was her height just enough to make him feel comfortable?



Emily became a "cushion" for him to place his arms, and she was really helpless.



However, his arm wasn't directly on her body, it was separated by a quilt, and the place where it hit her
was her belly.



It seemed... it was okay to let him press it all night. As long as his wounds healed, it was worthy.



Then Emily glanced at Hunter quietly. After he closed his eyes, he didn't move again, and even his
breathing gradually

became even.



But for two minutes, he breathed smoothly and looked like he was really asleep.



He was tired all night. At this moment, not only Hunter, but she was also sleepy and tired.





Emily pursed her lower lip. She was relieved, and closed her eyes.



Just as Emily was planning to get a good night's sleep, and go back to school tomorrow morning, the
arm resting on her

stomach moved up a bit.



Emily wanted to call him but stopped. She bit her lip at once.



Looking sideways, Hunter still maintained the same posture as he was just now, his eyes closed tightly,
breathing evenly, as if

he was already asleep.



He was injured, and he might have a low-grade fever, finally fell asleep peacefully. It would seem too
cruel to wake him up at this time.



It would also affect the recovery of his wound.





However, his arm...



Emily looked down, shy and aggrieved.



It didn't matter if he put his arm on her stomach. At this time, his arm was on her heart!



Especially when she felt a bit hot just now, the quilt was not pulled too high. And this position was on
the edge of the quilt.



If his arm went up...



Emily found that her mind was really "predictive". What she thought, what came.



The thought just flashed in her mind, and Hunter's palm continued to went up after he frowned.



The soft body suddenly fell into his palm.





Emily grasped his hand subconsciously, and panicked to remove his big palm.



However, Hunter seemed to be against her on purpose. The harder she pushed, the tighter he gripped!



Was he intentional?



How could Hunter be interested in her body? In the last life, she would be disgusted by him after
touching him.



Even after she slept in his bed once, Hunter asked to change all the sheets and quilts immediately.



It could be seen how much he disliked her.



But at this moment, his hands were really presumptuous!



“Master Hunter..." Emily didn't dare to speak loudly, and could only continue to remove his hand gently.





As a result of the resistance, Hunter's arm tightened, pulling her into his arms heavily.



He turned over, and most of his body was pressed on her body, making her unable to move.



"Young Master Hunter!” Emily suspected that he was deliberate, and pushed his shoulder hard.



But the man was in a daze, murmured, “Pain...”



Pain? Did she touch his wound again?



Emily was taken aback, and the force she pushed out suddenly came back.



Looking up, Hunter's face was in front of her. His facial features could be seen clearly through the faint
moonlight outside.



He closed his eyes tightly and frowned lightly, as if he was really suffering.





The most important thing was that his body temperature was indeed higher than normal, and he might
have a low-grade

fever.



A low-grade fever didn’t need treating, but it was important to let him rest.



Emily's hand was still on Hunter's shoulder, but she didn't dare to push him.



When she was not struggling, Hunter's frowning eyebrows gradually unfolded, as if the pain had faded.



Emily thought it was not the first time that she really touched his wound, so why was she you so
careless?



But now... Hunter was pressing half of his body on her body, and his arms were still holding her tightly,
what could she do?



Most of his weight was supported by himself, Emily would not be pressured by him to breathe hard.
However, being so close



to Hunter, her heart had been beating fast.



It seemed Hunter was having a dreamed and his long arms tightened again.



Emily's soft body was squeezed under his hard chest, and the crush made her almost scream.



The smell of male hormones completely submerged her, and under the pressure of his powerful
physique, she was soft as a

puddle of mud.



Stop press down any more, or she...she couldn't help but hug him!


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