
Tonight Salwa and Tristan will rest, for tomorrow morning they will return home.
Before closing her eyes, Salwa deliberately drew an abstract with her finger on the chest area of Tristan's field.
"Don't tease me! This tomb I don't want to eat you!"
"Who's flirting, By?"
"You don't know, even with the touch of your finger, that I can wake my cobra." Inner Tristan.
"Let's get some sleep, tomorrow we'll check out once in the morning!"
"You too, dear."
They also sleep in their sleep.
Next day.
After shal...