Sure enough, Carrie Smith's hand was pulling my sleeve.

"Carrie?" I was a little surprised. This was the first time she pulled my sleeve.

However, I waited for a long time and didn't see Carrie Smith doing any more actions. Maybe it was just an accident. I turned off the light and adjusted the quilt for Carrie by the way.

At this moment, I realized that my hand was caught by Carrie Smith. I don't know if it was Carrie Smith's unconscious movement, so I didn't speak, but looked at her in the dark.

What I didn't expect was that Carrie Smith was drawing in my palm, and Carrie Smith...