"Mr. Bilbo..." Scarlett patted Jason's face gently.
Jason went to bed late last night and was sleeping soundly now. Normally, no one would dare to wake him up unless they had a death wish.
"It hurts..."
Scarlett's wrist was held tightly by Jason. His deep eyes turned completely cold. He pursed his lips and looked at the person who disturbed his sleep with an icy face.
"What's wrong?" The moment Jason saw Scarlett, he slowly loosened his grip.
Scarlett turned her head, endured the pain in her wrist, took the clothes, and put them on, her voice nasal. "Nothing."
Jason noticed Scarlett's red wrist and reminded her, "Don't get so close to me when I'm sleeping."
"I got it. My mom and the others are outside. You should get up now." Scarlett stood up quickly, but her legs hurt so much that
