87: Chapter 88: What kind of sleeping position is this?!

87: Chapter 88: What kind of sleeping position is this?!

It was at this moment that Joanna Lawrence reacted.

Apparently, what Ashton Heath said about “sleeping” was meant literally.

Had she actually misunderstood again?!

Thinking of her various imaginations just now, she was feeling extremely embarrassed.

Ah ah ah, just now, she even thought he was shameless, a big pervert who didn’t respect her enough.

Turned out, it was her own dirty thoughts!

That initial kiss and everything else now…

she was merely overthinking.

When had her thoughts become so dirty?

Thankfully, Ashton Heath was already asleep and didn’t know she misunderstood him, otherwise, she would have definitely been deeply mortified.

Joanna’s face was burning hot, as if heat was radiating from every pore of her skin.

Without looking, she knew her face must be flushed red.

The man’s tall and slender body was pressing on her, motionless, making Joanna, who was beneath him, appear especially delicate and tiny, completely covered by him.

Her face was against his lower jaw, and her head moved slightly, touching his Adam’s apple.

Between breaths, she inhaled his cool, alluring scent.

His warm, moist breath sprinkled on her neck, making Joanna feel ticklish with each inhale and exhale.

The room was so quiet that each other’s breaths could be clearly heard.

Sunlight streamed in from outside the window, illuminating the wooden floor.

Sweet birdsong drifted in from the courtyard.

“Ashton Heath?” Joanna called softly, not believing that he had fallen asleep so quickly.

Had he really fallen asleep in such a short time?

He had barely laid on her for two minutes before falling asleep?

Didn’t he say that he wouldn’t feel sleepy after experiencing insomnia?

The man didn’t make a sound and was still motionless.

“Ashton Heath?

Are you really asleep?” Joanna called softly again, feeling as if she was about to be crushed by this tall and sturdy man.

Especially since Ashton Heath had strong, fit muscles, the pressure she felt was heavy, and she really thought she would be flattened.

The man still didn’t respond.

Obviously, he had already fallen asleep.

And he was sleeping very soundly.

Joanna, who was pinned down and couldn’t move: “…”

What kind of sleeping position was this?!

Who else would sleep on top of another person like this?

Didn’t he know how tall and heavy he was before putting all his weight on her?

She really couldn’t breathe!!

Joanna wanted to kick him off but thought of his previous words and felt a bit unwilling to do so.

Forget it, it was rare for him to fall asleep like this.

Considering how many times he’s helped her and treated her well, she should try her best to endure it.

*

Not knowing if she was influenced by Ashton Heath, after a few minutes, Joanna also began to feel sleepy.

When she woke up again, she found herself in the car.

She was draped in Ashton Heath’s suit jacket, and the man who had slept on her was now sitting in the driver’s seat, concentrating on driving.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she heard his voice beside her: “Awake?

Did you sleep well?”

Joanna rubbed her eyes: “How did I fall asleep?”

She had no idea when she fell asleep or when he moved her into the car.

It was supposed to be her accompanying him to sleep.

In the end, it ended up with her oversleeping.

Ashton Heath lightly hooked the corner of his lips: “Well, you have to ask yourself that.

When I woke up, you were already asleep, deeply asleep.

I called your name twice, but you didn’t wake up.

So, I had no choice but to carry you into the car.”