Kane Townsend was forced to drink the bitter medicine and was not pleased in his drowsy state, refusing to open his mouth again.
Jace Pierce knew what she was thinking and coaxed softly, "This time it's not bitter."
Kane was thirsty and hadn't had water for a while. Although the medicine was bitter, it was liquid. If it wasn't bitter, she could accept it.
She slightly opened her mouth.
Jace looked for two seconds, the last bit of humanity collapsed, and he followed his heart's desire, lowering his head.
The girl's lips were slightly hot due to the fever, like poison, inexplicably addictive.
In some ways, men can truly be self-taught.
Kane felt the bitterness of the medicine gradually fade, but her breathing became labored, emitting fragmented sounds of resistance.
Before losing complete composure, Jace released her.
He adjusted her back to lying down and got up to the living room.
Jace steadied his emotions, poured a glass of warm water, and returned to the bedroom.
