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"Who are you?" she asked again. There was no reply.
Raina sat on the table, her whole body tense as the stranger approached her. She held her breath as he seated himself next to her on the table, took the bandage out of her grasp and began to bandage her hand slowly.
Raina found herself staring at his hands as he wrapped the bandage around her hand with ease. Clearing her throat, she looked straight ahead and spoke "Thank you for helping me but I could have done it myself. Why are you helping me though?" she asked.
There was no reply and when Raina turned her head to look at him, she found him resting his head on her shoulder, his hands clasping hers, asleep. Using her free hand she slowly poked his cheek.
"Are you asleep?" she asked.
Seeing that there was no reply she guessed that he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.
Heaving a sigh she made up her mind. Slipping her hand out of his hold, she prised his head off her shoulder very slowly and while supporting him, crouched in front of the table and eased his sleeping body onto her back.
'It was the most she could do for helping her' she thought as piggy backed him to the bed which was thankfully nearby and in the same room. Placing him on the bed, she stood up wincing as she stretched. Making sure that his head was supported by a pillow, she made to leave when she heard soft whimpers.
Looking down at the young man who had beads of sweat on his forehead, she felt him for any signs of fever but he wasn't hot at all. Removing her hand from his forehead, she turned her back on him when her left hand was suddenly grabbed.
She nearly let out a scream as she was startled however she managed to suppress it. The man was holding onto her hand like it was his lifeline and as she knew that she wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
" I'm not sleeping on the floor, that's for sure. " Releasing an annoyed sigh, she asked herself why she was doing this, before circling around the bed, all the while having her hand held tightly, she climbed onto the bed and made herself comfortable at a respectable distance, which was not that wide due to him holding onto her hand.
Unfortunately because he was clinging on to her left hand she hand to face him, lying on her side as she went to sleep, the alcohol finally kicking in.
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Hwarang : A Different Narrative
Исторические романыRaina, the illegitimate daughter of a high-ranking official, a secret novelist who mocks the social system of Silla behind a pen-name in hopes of getting rid of the corruption in this unjust world, on the run from a powerful person who is aware of h...
