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…

heads, and he said, “Cheyenne, if I really die here, I’ll have to repay you in my next life for

second at his words, her voice turned cold as she replied, “You’re dreaming. In my next life,

to

indescribable sense of

her side, seemed to treat her really

truly die, Cheyenne wouldn’t be sad

disturb me. The needle is already very thin, and since I can’t see it, if I accidentally bite you, I won’t take

“Mmm.”

of effort for her to use her teeth to pull the broken needle out. Cheyenne wiped

a bit at a loss. Even though she knew he couldn’t

said, “Don’t overthink it. I hate owing favors the most. Once we’re out of this door, we’ll

her indifferent voice, Kelvin felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. Even

to

of how many times they woke up in

had they felt such tranquility in

hunger pangs in their stomachs became unbearable. Cheyenne rested against

“Gurgle…”

feeling of a hungry stomach in his life. Cheyenne didn’t say anything, but Kelvin felt her gaze on him, and his

his stomach with his hand and apologized, “Cheyenne, sorry for

“It’s okay.”

“Actually, I’m hungry too.”

Cheyenne didn’t find it embarrassing at all; she continued

a deep

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

pan-seared steak, stir-fried

she gave a cold smile, “Sound

sadness filled Kelvin’s heart. The dishes she

paid attention to what

with countless words, but he didn’t know how to say them. “I’m

deal out of it.” “Being as

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