Chapter 155 Own up to Your Actions, Doc
"With what?” Dalton asked Wynter, his wrist adorned with crimson beads, giving off an air of nobility and
aloofness.
His chill denneanor somehow ignited her thirst to dismantle it — especially since he was dressed in finely
tailored suits
Wynter reached out, her fingertips landing on his diamond cufflink, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Let me take a bite out of you. How about that?”
She had never made such requests before. Even when her intermittent explosive disorder flared up, she would endure it to the extent of dousing her head with freezing water.
However, for some reason, she couldn't suppress her urge to test whether his neck was as cold as it appeared — with her teeth.
Not only did he feel no pain, but he also hoped that she could remain like this a little longer. However, Wynter soon regained her composure, the volatile urge in her blood gradually fading away. replaced by an indescribable sense of tranquility.
It felt as if her long hunger had finally been satisfied
The feeling was too subtle and difficult to describe, not to mention a little awkward.
She was aware that she was the one who was off, not Dalton though.
Nesting in Dalton's arms, Wynter felt her legs weak and unable to stand.
“There's something in your blood,” she said, breaking the silence
Supporting her, Dalton brushed her long hair behind her ear, his deep, captivating eyes seeming to draw
people in “What is it?”
“Maybe poison, or maybe something else.” Wynter wasn't quite certain what it was, but what she can be
sure was “It smells nice to me though.”
As if discussing something mundane, Dalton spoke casually, “If you ever want it again, you can bite me anytime you want. It covers the medication expenses anyway.
“No thanks: One time is more than enough.” Wynter could feel her body temperature rising and a thin layer. of sweet forming
"If I keep on getting involved with you like this, it would be hard to-" She abruptly stopped.
What? Dalton asked, his eyebrow raised.
Wynter shook her head, leaving the “hard to get rid of you” part unsaid.
She then pushed off the wall, trying to stand up, but Dalton pressed her back down. “Own up to your actions, Doc. Shouldn't you take some responsibility after biting?”
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