C1012 Whose Little Friend Is This

Tristen Moreno sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. His voice was gentle as he said, "Sleep."

Only then did Ulla Howell slightly close her eyes, but the hand that was holding onto Tristen Moreno's hand was not made public. She was still holding it tightly.

Tristen Moreno's body slightly relaxed, and his arm sank lower, allowing Ulla to grip it more easily.

Very quickly