My Love, Enlighten me

Kenny Clarke returned to the room with the white wine and towel the old man gave him.

When he entered the room, Gloria Taylor had already got up and sat on the bed in a daze.

Because of her fever, her cheeks were a little red, her brows were frowning, and her eyes were filled with mist.

When Kenny Clarke came in, she frowned vigorously before squinting to recognize him.

When he approached, Gloria Taylor said, "Where did you go?"

Her tone was a little slow, sounding pitiful.

Kenny Clarke sat down by the bed. She was wearing only one of his shirts. He lowered his eyes and he could see her smooth and white legs.

It's burnt.

Kenny Clarke pulled the quilt to cover her, and said indifferently, "Lie down."

Gloria Taylor curled her lips and refused: "No."

She was delirious at the moment because of the fever, no matter what Kenny Clarke said, she just thought that his tone was so fierce, she would not do what he asked.

Kenny Clarke stared at her for a few seconds, seeming to know what she was thinking, he frowned slightly, his tone softened, and repeated: "Lie back."

"OK." Gloria Taylor was very cooperative this time.

But at this moment, she had unwell, and after hearing Kenny Clarke's words, she fell straight back.

Fortunately, Kenny Clarke quickly caught her.

She was so burnt that she was weak, and Kenny Clarke supported her shoulders and put her on the bed easily.

Kenny reached out and touched her forehead, which was very hot.

Kenny Clarke unscrewed the white wine and took a look, then put it back.

Liquor can physically cool down, but it was better not to use it.

on Gloria Taylor's forehead, tucked the quilt

cat, holding a long cigarette stick in his hand, and was putting a few pieces of tobacco

smoked was the kind of cigarettes he grew, unprocessed, and the smell of tobacco was a

Clarke frowned imperceptibly, and he walked over

man handed the cigarette stick to Kenny Clarke: "Do you wanna

Clarke said quietly:

is your wife?" The old man seemed to just ask casually. After taking a very enjoyable sip,

Kenny Clarke's expression remained unchanged: "She's

you are from the city, what are you doing here?" The old man

answered very simply: "For something."

Kenny Clarke wasn't a talkative person, so he

front of him was very tall, with big eyes and a strong heroic spirit. The rough clothes on him could not conceal the extravagance on him. He was not

...

woke up, it was dim insight.

She opened her eyes for a while to adjust the light, then

head was not the ceiling that she would see every morning when she woke up, but the solid wood beams and blue tiles.

were no other decorations in the room. Gloria lay on the bed and looked out, but only saw something similar to a cabinet, and the room still

returned, she felt the

had been half-dried

seemed that Kenny

sat up, her head dizzy, she slowed down for a few seconds before getting out of bed and walking towards the

the door, she could see the stairs, and the intermittent voice of the old man came downstairs, and

door listening for a while, and found that the old man had spoken a long time before the young man responded

Gloria Taylor also heard that it was Kenny Clarke's

and was about to go downstairs.

only wearing a shirt at this

was

electricity here.

serious mudslides in the past

There were not many things in the room, she fumbled around and

Gloria Taylor had to return to the bed, waiting for Kenny Clarke to come up.

Clarke did not let her stay

ten minutes before she heard the footsteps of someone going upstairs.

was Kenny Clarke.

Kenny Clarke opened the door and walked in. He held a