"Chester Yale..." Evelyn Sherman was about to raise her head, but her little head was pressed down by someone, so she could only call out to him uncertainly.
"Mm, I'm here." Chester Yale said softly, after finishing applying medicine to her face, he lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, his thin lips pressing against hers without immediately leaving.
It should be an intimate gesture, yet for some reason, Evelyn felt an incredible coldness on Chester's body.
So cold that even with their clothes between them, she could feel that chill from his body.
After a while, he still hadn't left, and Evelyn dared not speak, only staring at him wide-eyed.
In the end, when her body had gone stiff from the cold, she weakly asked, "Chester Yale, if you want to scold me, just scold me. Don't be cold and cruel, I'm frightened..."
"Evelyn Sherman, if there is a next time, I will strangle you to death!" Chester Yale threatened in a low voice before pulling her into his embrace.