Ballon d'Or Reform

Emilia Clarke lay on her side in bed, her not-quite-long legs clamped around the blanket.

That effectively eased the burning sensation without putting pressure on the swollen spots.

Her throat felt hoarse, tight, and swollen—the aftermath of staying up all night.

The poorly made costume lay scattered across the floor in shredded scraps, fully demonstrating just how intense an activity staying up all night could be.

Emilia Clarke was rather glad she had not gone back to the hotel where Huang Kaiwen was staying with AC Milan.

Otherwise, she would probably have become the target of jokes from half the Milan squad.

The sunlight was already somewhat dazzling at this hour, streaming through a gap in the curtains and making her uncomfortable.

But the moment she tried to move, pain shot through the inside of her groin, so she had no choice but to give up.

The bedroom door was pushed open.

Huang Kaiwen carried a tray over and sat on the bed. He gave Emilia Clarke a pat and said, "Stop pretending to sleep. We haven't known each other for one day."

"Feed me!"

Emilia Clarke said coquettishly.

It was not that she wanted to act cute. She truly did not want to move.

Huang Kaiwen set the food on the bedside table, placed Emilia on his lap, then arranged the tray again.

He scooped up some cereal and brought it to the Mother of Dragons' lips.

"Hiss."

The stabbing pain in her throat as she swallowed made Emilia smack Huang Kaiwen hard on the arm.

Huang Kaiwen rolled his eyes and said, "Why are you hitting people again? Does me hitting you mean you get to hit me? The world is such a mess because people keep seeking revenge."

Emilia instinctively reached behind herself and snapped, "Of course