Chapter 2918 - 108: Tended by Ben Lucas in a Haze

Chapter 2918: Chapter 108: Tended by Ben Lucas in a Haze

In the latter half of the night, Harrison Lucas began to run a fever.

His lips were dried and cracked due to the high fever in his body, yet he was shivering unconsciously, feeling exceptionally cold.

Harrison Lucas instinctively leaned toward that fiery embrace in front of him. He didn’t know what it was; he just felt that being close dispelled the cold, making him feel extraordinarily secure.

A burning pain surged from behind his left shoulder, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He unconsciously let out a soft hum, but his dry throat brought a hoarse pain.

At that moment, in his drowsiness, Harrison Lucas felt his chin being lifted by a hand, forcing him to leave that fiery embrace.

"Mmm..." He softly expressed his dissatisfaction.

Harrison Lucas felt no comfort in his whole body; the only solace was that this warm embrace could drive away the chill.

Unfortunately, he was too weak, only able to let out a faint whimper, lacking any strength to even attempt to stop it.

However, the next second, a cool sensation suddenly pressed against his cracked lips.

Those thin lips carried a refreshing coolness and slight moisture, a wonderfully soft sensation.

Before Harrison Lucas could fully appreciate it, his already cracked lips felt even more abundant moisture as those cool thin lips covered his, pried open his dry lips, and fed an endless stream of clear water into his long-parched mouth.

In a moment of drought finding nourishing rain, the long-thirsty Harrison Lucas felt suddenly revived. ℯℯ𝘭.

Even though he couldn’t open his eyes, even though his left shoulder still burned painfully, and he couldn’t muster any strength, he couldn’t help but rub his lips against those thin lips to express his satisfaction.

The thin lips he rubbed against seemed to pause momentarily, stiffening for a moment.

But then, they suddenly retaliated, carrying a more overwhelming and fierce momentum.

Dazedly, Harrison Lucas only felt intensely comfortable under this person’s kiss, wishing he could open his eyes to see who was kissing him.

Even though he couldn’t open his eyes, he could distinctly recognize who was embracing him from the familiar kiss, embrace, and scent.

Wanting to know who it is wasn’t about identifying this person; it was about confirming whether the man kissing him was his young master...

Or his young master who had drunk too much?

Surely it must be the young master who had drunk too much... Every time the young master drank, he would kiss and bite him like he was a juicy steak.

But it was truly strange; he was clearly on a mission with the young master, so why would the young master suddenly drink and come to bite him?

Harrison Lucas was completely confused now, his injury behind hurt so much that he nearly lost the ability to think normally, leaving himself to be held by the possibly drunk Jordan Lancaster, who invaded his breaths one inch at a time.

With this scorching kiss, it felt as though the injury behind became insignificant...

Harrison Lucas drifted into a muddled consciousness, both painful and comfortable.

He felt as though he was in the midst of a turbulent deep sea, relying solely on instinct to cling tightly to his young master, hugging him tightly to prevent being swept away by the raging waves.

...

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Harrison Lucas didn’t know how long he slept, but when he regained consciousness, the presence of Jordan Lancaster was gone.

He still couldn’t open his eyes; his body felt weak, but he could clearly sense that what was underneath him was no longer the hard stony ground, but rather...