"Hmm?" Mia Ginger looked up.
"I have never loved anyone."
"I didn't mean to say you weren't good." Mia Ginger emphasized, pursing her lips.
She had always been the type who responded better to softness than to toughness, always wanting to challenge Koa Jackson when he was being firm.
But—
As soon as Koa Jackson showed tenderness and patience, she felt sorry for him.
Koa Jackson was the same way.
Their eyes met.
The two of them exchanged a small smile and hugged tightly under the covers.
For a long time.
Koa Jackson let go of Mia Ginger and smiled, saying, "Let's get up. After breakfast, I'll take you back to school."
"My body aches." Mia Ginger wrinkled her nose, acting spoiled.
"Want me to massage it for you?" Koa Jackson glanced at her, asking.
Mia Ginger nodded like a pecking chicken.
When they were at the hospital, Koa Jackson had given her a massage, and it felt amazing.
She liked it.
Mia Ginger obediently lay flat on the bed, waiting to be taken care of.
