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.

"Where's the washing machine?" "On the first-floor balcony." Nicole replied and then

around

and a cabinet, there was

seemed like no one had ever stayed

let her know he was safe,

around his waist and

room was closed with no light coming through; Nicole seemed

being nearly six foot

clothes had been dirtied earlier, and

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

washer to wash and dry, he sat on the sofa, playing on his

it, it was

fell on his face

of the night

her head and body ached, and she

for a while to gather her strength,

a faint noise in the pitch-dark living

a faint light