"What?" Blair asked, confused.

He explained, "Well, I don't want to go back home either."

‘What?' Blair stared at him, clueless.

The next morning, the sun was already high up in the sky and Blair was still sleeping soundly in her bed. She began to wake up, feeling short of air. As soon as she opened her eyes, a handsome face came into sight. His Lips were tightly pressed on hers

He raised his head and stared at her, a tender look in his eyes.

“Honey, we should go help with the harvesting of the vegetables in the plot. You want to sleep more or are you coming with me?"

‘Harvest?’ She was still half asleep. ‘Oh, right! It's time to harvest the crops that Grandpa has planted.' Wide awake now, she asked, "What time is it?"

"Almost ten."

She sat up in bed abruptly. The quilt slipped off her shoulders, exposing her naked body. She felt cold and lowered her head to look.

There were marks all over her body...

She glared at the culprit beside her. Instead of feeling sorry, he grinned and reached out to touch her

Blair hastily gathered the quilt to cover herself. She stretched out one of her feet to kick him.

"Get out. I'm going to get dressed."

Wesley caught her creamy-white foot and fondled it gently.

"So soft...This feels really good.” His only regret was that her feet were wounded Last time because of him.

Thinking of her bleeding feet, Wesley felt a pang of guilt. She wouldn't have suffered so much pain if it weren't for him.

Blair blushed. She drew back her foot and urged again, "Get out!"

He didn't budge.

“I'll help you get dressed."

“No, thank you. I'm not a kid. I can get dressed by myself." She Lay down in the bed again, waiting for him to leave.

He walked to her suitcase and opened it.

“Which one?"

“The yellow coat, and the white- No, no! Leave! I'll do it." She had wanted to wear a white sweater. But since she had to do farm work that day, it wasn't a good idea to wear white.

Wesley leaned over the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.

When Blair came out of the room, she saw her grandparents feeding the chickens. Wesley was squeezing some paste onto her toothbrush. Seeing her, he handed a cup of water to her.