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…

their heads, and he said, “Cheyenne, if I really die here, I’ll have to repay

she replied, “You’re dreaming. In my next life,

want to meet

indescribable sense of loss, “I

who were by her side, seemed to

were to truly die, Cheyenne

since I can’t see it,

“Mmm.”

her teeth to pull the broken needle out. Cheyenne wiped her lips and

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

she said, “Don’t overthink it. I hate owing favors the most.

if he had fallen into an

want to

how many times they

felt such

unbearable. Cheyenne rested against the wall, closing her eyes to conserve

“Gurgle…”

being born into a wealthy family, probably had never experienced the feeling of a hungry stomach in his life. Cheyenne didn’t say anything, but Kelvin felt her gaze on

stomach with his hand and apologized,

“It’s okay.”

“Actually, I’m hungry too.”

sentence, another loud “gurgle” resounded. Cheyenne didn’t find

pang of heartache. He attempted to divert her attention, and in a deep voice, he asked, “Cheyenne, what do you like to eat?” When we get

speaking, Cheyenne impatiently opened her eyes. The flickering brightness

steak, stir-fried broccoli,

she gave a

sense of indescribable sadness filled Kelvin’s heart. The dishes she

he had never paid attention to what she

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

There’s no need to make a big deal out of it.” “Being as smart as you are, you should know that in a situation like this, it’s best to speak less and slow down

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