Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Leighton grumbled, "Then why did you hit me? Do you have any conscience?" Nicole said, "The cactus is dried up; the spines fall off with a touch.

It didn't even prick you, so stop whining." "Tt still hurts! You poked the sole of my foot, and the skin there is so tender!" Leighton followed her, mumbling, "My foot hurts every time I go up the stairs now." Nicole stopped and turned her head.

"Want me to carry you up?" Leighton was taken aback.

"What?" Nicole pretended to move toward him as if to carry him.

Leighton jumped away in a hurry.

"What are you doing?" Nicole clicked her tongue, “See, you can still run and jump." Leighton was speechless once more.

His expression shifted several times before he finally yelled, " Cunning!" Nicole's head injury was still hurting, and she didn't want to tease him anymore.

She went upstairs, opened a guest room for him, laid out anew blanket, and said with a yawn, "You'll have to make do here for tonight.

I'll arrange for someone to clean tomorrow.

The bathroom is over there, and my room is next door.

I'm going to sleep now." Before Leighton could say anything, she was already leaving.

called after her, "Where's the washing machine?" "On the

around

a bed and a cabinet, there was

seemed like no one had

his mom to let her know he was safe, then

around his waist and peeked

was closed with no light coming through; Nicole seemed to be

and, despite being nearly six foot three,

been dirtied

needed to wash and dry them so he’d have something to wear

wash and dry, he sat

knew it, it

his phone fell on his face three times before he

the middle of the night from the pain

hot, her head and body ached, and

her strength,

faint noise in the pitch-dark

a faint light coming