Arielle was stunned.
It’s just a small wound on my neck. Though it’s poisonous, it isn’t fatal. Moreover, it has already scarred. I even avoided frying by selecting a simple Ustranasion recipe.
She kept her thoughts to herself and smiled.
“It’s okay. I just wanted to make you breakfast,” As she spoke, Arielle presented her sandwich, eggs, and a glass of warm milk. “Thank you for keeping me company these few days.”
Staring at the woman with a bright and sweet smile, Vinson could not hold it in anymore. He stretched out his arms and hugged her gently.
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