Chapter 171
- Rȗҽ
- My stomach drops and disgust crawls on my skin like tiny needles. I stared at the small bed made of straw and twigs. This is surely not comfortable. I could already hear my back groaning in pain.
- My eyes dip to stare at Stefan who looked at the makeshift bed proudly. It was only supported by four very thin rectangular pieces of wood. I doubted it could hold up my weight.