Lucas grabbed Ashlyn’s hand in his. “Come on. Let’s head back down.”

Meanwhile, inside the tent on the hill, Joseph was lying drowsily on the hay, fading in and out of consciousness.

It was already deep into the night.

Opening his eyes blearily, he could only feel the extreme dryness on his lips and in his throat. He felt as though his lips would crack at any moment, and he felt as though someone was sanding his throat with sandpaper.

“W-Water…” he mumbled.

Charlotte was lying beside him. When she heard his voice, she shot upright. Her black eyes were filled with worry as she looked at him. “Joseph, how are you feeling?”

Straining her ears, Charlotte finally made out what Joseph was trying to say.

Her expression changed as she hurried to her feet and poured Joseph a glass of water.

Kneeling back at Joseph’s side, Charlotte placed the glass by his lips. “Here, Joseph. Drink up.”

Joseph parted his lips and downed the entire glass in just a few gulps.

Once he had drained the last drop, Charlotte withdrew her hand and placed the empty glass on the small table beside them.

“W-Water…”

So, so thirsty…

was out of focus as he stared

Charlotte’s soft lips. Can it quench my

no energy for any reasoning. He was acting purely on

thin arms with all of his might, causing the latter to let

found

turned around and

even react, he had placed his lips

eyes widened in shock and

Mmm…

raced and pounded in her

of the soft touch of his lips and the

to her face as she tried to push Joseph away from her with her small

Joseph was like an immovable mountain. She could only

burning heat in Joseph’s body. He sighed a breath of

as thirsty

on her lips as

time passed before Joseph returned to his dreams once

sat up straight and covered her red, swollen lips. She was blushing

she was about to cover Joseph with a blanket, she accidentally brushed

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