Chapter 383: We’re Even

“Mmm… Ah, Cheyenne… Easy now.”

“Hiss….”

“Mmm, ah…”

In the dark night, a blurry black head could be faintly seen buried against his chest.

As she cleaned his wounds, her soft, damp lips… brushed against him in an instant.

Kelvin’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Her cool, smooth cheek rubbed against his chest, causing an indescribable sensation, as if an electric current had passed through, sending shivers down his spine.

Cheyenne’s ear was also pressed close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, causing her face to grow warm.

With a bit of impatience, she lifted her head and glared at him, “Kelvin, why the hell are you making such annoying noises? Even slaughtering chickens isn’t as unpleasant as your whining!” Kelvin wryly smiled and helplessly replied, “It’s not my fault, your tongue licked…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheyenne’s face turned even hotter, and she retorted angrily, “You think I want to? You’re covered in blood and sweat, and I have to use my teeth to remove the needle!”

“It wasn’t intentional.”

As she said the last sentence, her tone betrayed a hint of guilt.

But it really wasn’t intentional.

He didn’t respond and silently broke into a dazzling smile in the darkness.

Kelvin couldn’t help but think inwardly: How come he never noticed before that Cheyenne could be so adorable…

a faint sigh sounded from above their heads, and he said, “Cheyenne, if I really die here, I’ll have to repay you in

her voice turned cold as she replied, “You’re dreaming. In my

to

an indescribable sense of

were by her side, seemed to treat her really

he were to truly die, Cheyenne wouldn’t be sad

is already very thin, and since I can’t

“Mmm.”

broken needle out. Cheyenne wiped her

Cheyenne felt a bit at a loss. Even though she knew he couldn’t see her,

hate owing favors the most. Once we’re out of this door, we’ll

felt as if he had fallen

he didn’t want to be even

passed slowly, and they lost count of how many times they woke up in this extremely quiet and dim

they felt

became unbearable. Cheyenne rested

“Gurgle…”

sound and instinctively looked towards his direction. Kelvin, being born into a wealthy family, probably had never experienced the feeling of

hand and apologized, “Cheyenne, sorry for disturbing

“It’s okay.”

“Actually, I’m hungry too.”

loud “gurgle” resounded. Cheyenne didn’t find it embarrassing at all; she continued to keep

and in a deep voice, he asked, “Cheyenne, what do you like to

eyes. The flickering brightness in her gaze warmed Kelvin’s

pan-seared steak, stir-fried

gave a cold smile,

sadness filled Kelvin’s heart. The dishes she mentioned were all

had never paid attention to what

words, but he didn’t know how to say them.

many times when I was a child. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it.” “Being as smart as you are, you

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