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…

I really die here, I’ll have to repay you in my next life for everything

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

want to

an indescribable sense of loss,

were by her side, seemed to

die,

up, don’t disturb me. The needle is already very thin, and since I can’t see it, if

“Mmm.”

for her to use her teeth to pull the broken needle out. Cheyenne wiped her lips and her cheeks felt sore. “You’ve been through

loss. Even

it. I hate owing favors

had fallen into an icy

to

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

they felt such

stomachs became unbearable. Cheyenne rested against the wall, closing her

“Gurgle…”

instinctively looked towards his direction. Kelvin, 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

hand and apologized, “Cheyenne, sorry for

“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,

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

mushroom soup, pan-seared steak, stir-fried broccoli,

gave a cold smile,

of indescribable sadness filled Kelvin’s heart. The dishes

never paid attention to what

countless words, but he didn’t know

it 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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