In Kelvin's scattered and pitiful memories, he seemed to have never kissed Cheyenne's lips before. Of course, not with any other woman either. The act of exchanging saliva through mouth-to-mouth contact disgusted him, and as a germophobe, he believed he would never do such a disgusting thing in his lifetime.
Except for the last time, when he unknowingly touched her lips after being drugged. But at that moment, his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn't remember the taste.
Turns out, she was so sweet.
As Kelvin regretted missing out on this delightful experience in his mind, the slightly awkward and domineering kiss made Cheyenne flustered. She wanted to push him away, but when her hand pressed against his scorching chest, it felt weak and powerless.
Damn it.
Did he drug her?
And he only knew how to bite forcefully, without any skill. Cheyenne felt like her teeth were about to be crushed.
Just as she was about to scold him, Kelvin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Her beautiful and delicate face blushed uncontrollably.
Finally, using all her strength, she raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap to his face.
The loud sound reached even Abbie, who was in the room at the end of the corridor.
Following that, Cheyenne exclaimed, "Kelvin, you jerk!" Her voice carried a strong sense of anger.
Kelvin, seemingly unfazed, touched his lips with a calm expression, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face. He mumbled to himself in a daze, "So, this is what kissing feels like."
'Are you pretending? You're continuing to pretend! Acting like it's the first kiss. Who would believe that?'
A red mark quickly appeared on Kelvin's handsome face, and he looked slightly embarrassed. The redness accentuated his deep, gloomy eyes, giving them a somewhat intimidating aura.
Her brief timidity lasted only a second. In fact, Cheyenne felt much more comfortable after slapping him. This scumbag had tormented her for a whole eight years, and she had just slapped him once - quite a deal!
A brief silence followed. Cheyenne expected Kelvin to retaliate in anger, but he just stared at her with burning intensity, making no move.
As the silence lingered, Cheyenne felt her neck getting sore, so she quietly diverted her gaze.
"Kelvin, what exactly do you want to do? Let go!"
Seeing her turning her neck, Kelvin guessed that she might be tired. So, he retracted his arm and instead took her hand.
After more than two months, it was the first time they held hands again, and he felt a bit nervous, afraid that Cheyenne might pull away.
As expected, as soon as their palms touched, she recoiled as if she had touched something dirty, quickly pulling her hand away. In the end, she even wiped it on her clothes.
Her voice, cold as frost, said, "Don't touch me."
Her intense resistance made Kelvin feel uncomfortable. He replied with a darkened face, "I just wanted you to rest early, to escort you back to your room."
Escort her back to her room? It was just a short distance. Why did she need him to hold her hand?
Thinking about Abbie lying on that bed wearing his pajamas just now made her feel disgusted, let alone continuing to sleep in that room.
Kelvin saw the disdain on Cheyenne's face. Just as she was about to call Joe, he suddenly picked her up and headed towards his room.
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