Alright, to accommodate his injury, she proactively placed her face in front of him, then closed her eyes, waiting for his kiss.
On her lips, a warm feeling gently descended, like a delicate kiss, but it made her feel sacred. Because for him, he was kissing her with genuine seriousness.
Once, and then again, she couldn't count how many times he had kissed her, but seeing how happy he looked, she felt it was worth it.
Once the kissing was over, Mabel Quinn suddenly remembered that she didn't know how long she'd been asleep. One look at the time showed it was already four in the morning.
"You... haven't slept at all?" she asked.
"Mm, sister fell asleep, so I stayed beside her," he replied.
"Aren't you sleepy?" she asked.
"Sleepy," he admitted honestly, "but I'm afraid if I fall asleep, when I wake up, I won't see you, sister."
Mabel Quinn fell silent. He only appeared when Kyle was feverish, but when would it happen again? That was uncertain.
