Chapter 710: Peach Blossom

In this generation, he and Charlotte were the only ones who could survive for five days in the shrine.

Benson's original name was Darren Miller, he never wanted others to call him than.

The blood of the Miller family in his body was, in fact, a kind of restraint for him.

Only in Cheyenne's eyes was he always a complete person.

He was just Benson, not the killer Shane, nor the young master Darren of the Miller family.

Although Kelvin didn't like him, being abroad, he could only nod.

Because he didn't understand advanced sorcery.

But he believed that Benson's feelings for Cheyenne were genuine, he wouldn't harm her.

"Take good care of Cheyenne, I have some things to attend to, so I'll leave first."

As he left, Benson took a final glance at the sleeping Cheyenne, his lips curling into a faint smile, before turning and leaving.

The room now only had Kelvin and Cheyenne, quiet as if the world was just born anew.

He had planned to stay until she woke up.

Suddenly receiving a text from Chris, Kelvin's expression turned grave and hesitant after reading it.

moments of contemplation, he

to step out for a moment, you just wait

bent down and

as he was about to take a step out, he abruptly turned

directly at the fair hand that held

"Cheyenne..."

carried a hint of disbelief, almost instinctively,

of the hand revealing faint blue veins, exceptionally beautiful. Lifting his gaze, she still hadn't

fans, cast an elegant curve beneath the dark eyes, complementing her

help but feel a moment of disappointment, retracting his

hand grasped Cheyenne's small hand, thinking he could easily

unexpectedly took some

on him very

of helplessness and indulgent faint smile emerged on the man's

I need to deal with. I'll be back soon, you

He desperately missed her!

if his words had an effect, she did obediently retract her hand, hugging the blanket,

completely adorable sleeping posture, unexpectedly melting

thought, it would be great if the

as well-behaved and obedient. He would definitely cherish

pocket rang again, reminding him that time could

lifting his long and strong legs,

as he stepped through the door, a faint murmur escaped from the bedside just as the door creaked shut, buried within

face concealed behind a silver mask. The man's towering

bypassed the main hall and headed directly for

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