Marcus Knight's consciousness lingered in the study; it seemed like he hugged her at that time.
After that, he had no recollection.
Having just recovered from a high fever, the young man's voice was hoarse, "What?"
Joy Shaw sat on the chair by the bed, smiling with a completely composed look, "You kissed me."
"...…"
Marcus Knight started to cough.
"Hey, don't get excited." Joy Shaw quickly comforted him.
Perhaps just after recovering from the fever, his pale cheeks had a slight blush.
Joy Shaw got up and poured a glass of warm water for Marcus Knight to drink.
Joy Shaw stopped joking, as she figured Marcus Knight wouldn't believe it.
She was just teasing him a bit.
Gurgle—
A grumbling sound protested from Joy Shaw's stomach.
Marcus Knight, leaning against the bed, still had a hoarse voice, "Hungry?"
"Mm." Joy Shaw replied honestly, "I haven't eaten yet,"
