It was no wonder to say that hugs are the best to keep warm.

Since Jackson was in a coma, Gabrielle didn't hesitate. She directly lowered down, going through his waist.

Jackson was in a coma dream.

In his dream, he was walking in the desert under the strong sunlight. His throat felt dry, and his temperature got higher and higher.

Jackson felt comfortable and opened his eyes. Soon, he found it was Gabrielle.

Gabrielle on top. Her black hair scattered on her shoulders. Her skin looked bright and soft.

Jackson was astonished, narrowing his eyes.

"You…" Jackson kept swallowing. Now, he felt excited because of the mixed feeling from the pains of back and physiological arousal. Suddenly, he reached for her slim waist and asked, "What are you doing?"

Gabrielle put her hands on Jackson's waist still. It was the first time that she took the initiative to make love with Jackson. Gabrielle was so shy. When Jackson called her, she was even stunned.

"What am I doing? I am trying to make him warm. It must be hard for you because your wound got inflamed, and you have a high fever of 42 degrees. When you said you are cold, I held you, but it is useless," thought Gabrielle.

Gabrielle learned nursing courses, and now she thought she was trying to help him.

She knew skin friction could make Jackson warm.

"Is it a kind of sex role play?" thought Gabrielle.

Gabrielle was on top and became shy.

Soon, her face turned pale. She kept blinked, looking pitiful and cute.

She looked at Jackson, who was lying on a high cushion, just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. A word suddenly came into her mind, "seductive."

Jackson was still sweating on his forehead. Looking at her curled eyelashes, Gabrielle became more passionate.

"Huh-huh. I will take revenge. Let me be your boss now," thought Gabrielle.

Then Gabrielle raised her face and pinched his jaw, saying, "What am I doing now? What do you think I am doing?"

Gabrielle deliberately lowered her body and whispered to Jackson, "I want to fuck you."

Jackson became serious, licking his lips and saying, "Repeat it."

"What? Is he serious? Fine. Never mind. He got hurt. He has no energy to do something more," thought Gabrielle.

Gabrielle bit her lips and smiled, "Why should I repeat it? Because of your order? No. I am my boss."

"Huh," Jackson stared at Gabrielle and snorted.

Gabrielle became anxious all of a sudden.

"How powerful the man is! Although he is sick, he still looks strong," thought Gabrielle.

"Alas, it is a joke. Don't take it seriously," Gabrielle said. And then she prepared to go down.

However, Jackson grabbed her waist and put her into his chest. At that moment, Gabrielle wanted to leave, but Jackson groaned. He felt a lot of pain on his back.

Gabrielle stopped and said, "Um. I warn you not to move."

Jackson then buried his head in her hair and sniffed. When he felt better, he said in a low voice, "You were just trying to seduce me. How can you explain it?"

Gabrielle didn't know how to explain it. She was afraid that Jackson would make love, so she had to be serious and comforted him, "Your back got hurt. When you heal, we have the chance to do it. Just now, I want to keep you warm. You misunderstood."

Jackson squinted, and his lips got close to Gabrielle's face, "You touched my dick because you want to keep me warm?"

Gabrielle was angry, and her face even turned red. She then curled her lips and explained, "It is your fault. When I touch your body with my body, you can't get warm. But as soon as I touched your dick, it was all right. It is not my fault."

Jackson raised his eyebrows but kept silent. He pulled the quilt and covered both of them.

Now, Gabrielle was on Jackson's body. When she wanted to move, Jackson ordered, "Don't move."

Jackson held Gabrielle, looking weak and tired. He frowned and said, "Don't move. No matter what happens, shall we hold together to keep warm for one night?"

Gabrielle thought it over, looking outside. It was pouring with rain outside. As the wind blew, the faint light inside was swaying.

Finally, Gabrielle decided not to move, getting close to Jackson's chest like a cute cat. For a moment, she couldn't stop thinking that Jackson had been engaged, and it was probably the last time to get close to his chest.

Jackson lowered his eyes, looking at her, "You have a choice."

"Um?" Gabrielle answered lazily. And then she got what Jackson was going to say. She refused to be his woman but kept anonymous.

Gabrielle was less than 20 years old, and she thought she could find a better one.

"Stay with me. I will give everything you want."

Gabrielle raised her head and stared at him, cutely, "Mr. Oliver, you can't give me the thing I want."

Jackson could be with her, but Gabrielle only wanted him.

Gabrielle had never asked for anything more. Avery always told her that, "there is no hope, there is no disappointment." So, Gabrielle never asked something more.

Jackson touched something tough and then picked it up. It was a whistle, tied up with a thin red rope. He remembered that Gabrielle blew the whistle and summoned wolves.

Gabrielle rubbed the delicate lines on the whistle and asked in a low voice, "How can you find it?"

Gabrielle gave a glimpse of the whistle and answered, "I happened to find it."

"Accidently?" Jackson and answered annoyedly. He didn't believe she could find such a treasure accidentally.

"I picked it up in the villa, which was on the top of the mountain. There is a girl named Tina. When I picked it up, I also found a score for training wolves, and I learned it."

"Witchcraft for training wolves," Jackson said firmly.

"You know the score?"

"I heard about it. Do you know anything more?" Jackson gently scraped her fine face with a spoon.