He chuckled lightly, "Alright." Then he casually picked a shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. However, due to his injured shoulder, it was somewhat inconvenient.
While buttoning the shirt with one hand, his expression suddenly changed. His originally straight back bent, his upper body curled up, the hand that was buttoning clutched the front of his shirt tightly. The color drained from his face, anyone could see that something was wrong with him.
Mabel Quinn hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to ask him what was wrong. But before she could speak, his hand had already grabbed her arm suddenly, pulling her firmly into his embrace.
"Huff... huff..." His heavy breathing sounded near her ear, his head buried deeply in the nook of her neck, and his arms held her waist tightly.
"Kyle Kinston, you... let go of me!" She struggled and said.
"Don't move, please don't move, just let me hold you for a while, just a little while..." His voice was hoarse and murmured, almost pleading.
