"Ms. Lockhart, are you trying to hog the entire blanket?"
Amelia Lockhart froze and quickly let go. But the blanket was so small that letting go just felt… awkward.
Amelia had no choice but to slowly scoot further in, making sure her whole body was under the thin quilt.
Amelia Lockhart was sleeping with her back to Ethan Quinn, while he was lying flat on his back.
Aside from that earth-shattering comment just now, everything fell silent.
The live comments, which had been in an uproar, also gradually quieted down.
The night grew darker.
Amelia Lockhart felt like she couldn't breathe properly. Something seemed to be pressing down on her. She struggled desperately, but it was no use.
It was like being tangled in seaweed in the middle of the ocean; the more she struggled, the more useless it was.
In her groggy state, she thought she heard the sound of a bell. The memory of hiding in the afternoon instantly flooded back, and she jolted awake.
