Anna Ainsworth was sleeping in a state of drowsiness, feeling the bed sink down beside her as someone gently nudged her, seemingly calling her name, "Anna, get up and take a bath, Anna, it's uncomfortable sleeping in a formal dress."
A bath, changing into sleepwear—she knew all these things, but she was so tired and really didn't want to move; she didn't want to think about anything and just wanted to sleep peacefully.
Jeremy Thompson looked at the woman who was already deeply asleep and shook his head. He still had expectations and passion for the wedding night, thinking that they couldn't let the time just slip by, right?
But who knew that Anna would sleep so soundly? What could he do alone, filled with passion?
Helpless, he could only help her take off her formal dress, then he twisted a warm towel to help clean her up a bit, and helped her put on some pure cotton soft pajamas.
