Koa Jackson stood for a moment at the bedroom door, ready to leave, when Mia Ginger, sleeping soundly, turned over, making him halt.
He really hadn't seen someone sleep in such a posture.
Mia Ginger held the air conditioning quilt with both hands, and a slender, fair leg stretched out, gripping the quilt.
Koa hesitated for two seconds on the spot, stepped to the bed, leaned over, and grasped her arm, positioning her body flat on the bed.
She's really petite, with thin arms and legs, white and tender like lotus roots.
It feels like she'd snap with a crisp sound.
Too skinny.
Koa sighed, pinching the quilt to cover her, then noticed his own white shirt and found it quite odd, unable to understand her behavior.
Being accustomed to a life of simplicity and restraint, he completely overlooked whether Mia's small limbs could be considered sexy.
Instead, he increasingly felt she resembled a child.
Still, she looked pitiful, like someone who needed care.
