Abel simply groaned and shoved his face into the pillow. Fingers gripping at the bed as he had never felt this uncomfortable ever, he felt too warm, then too cold, his body ached. His scent was a mixed of his cologne, then wood and musk as he just struggled unable to
While Abel went on about all his grievances and pain, Yin Lang only stared at him, brow furrowed.
To anyone else, she'd look like she was about to tell Abel off for being whiny, but she was genuinely trying to figure out how to make Abel feel better.