I woke up again, and the entire room was already bright. But this time, I felt burning and was sweating a lot. My father-in-law's large hand and arm encircled me, making the thick blanket too heavy for me to bear. His hands were on my hips, and he was still sleeping soundly. I stared at his face, ignoring the pain in my side and cheek. Honestly, this is the first time I’ve looked at him this closely. His eyelashes were so long, his nose was straight, and his lips were thick—they looked like they’d be delicious to kiss. I would probably be happier if I had married him instead. Why did I have to meet his son first?
I was about to touch his face when I noticed his eyelids flicker and he started to move. I hissed when his grip on me tightened, which caused him to wake up. He looked at me, and
