The tension on his face turned into a smile, while Dorian Howards’ voice came from the side, "Mabel Quinn, if you really like Kyle, then remember, you have to like him to the bone. Just ordinary liking is far from enough for him."
Dorian Howards sent Mabel Quinn and Kyle Kinston back to Kinston’s mansion and then left without staying.
Kyle Kinston broke out in a sweat, but his spirits were still good. Mabel Quinn took his temperature again, which was slightly lower than in the morning.
Maybe it won’t be long before he’s back to normal.
Before the incident at the amusement park, they bought quite a few things there, plus the spoils Kyle won from shooting. They’re now all spread out on the coffee table.
"Are all these things mine?" Kyle stood amongst the haphazardly arranged toys, asking in disbelief.
"Of course." She smiled.
Suddenly, he picked her up and spun her around several times, "Thank you, I’m so happy!"
Mabel Quinn got a little dizzy from the spinning, but it seemed like his happiness was contagious.
After a while, he finally stopped and gave her a firm kiss on the cheek, "I really like you."
"I like you too," she said.
So he offered one side of his cheek to her. She was stunned for a moment, then understood that oh, this was for her to kiss him. Mabel’s face reddened slightly as she also kissed Kyle’s cheek.
His smile became even more radiant.
After tidying up the spoils and having dinner, she gave him two fever-reducing pills. Because his finger was injured and bandaged, it wasn’t suitable to get it wet, so Mabel Quinn had Kyle Kinston wash himself while she handled wringing out the towels.
In the bathroom, she lowered her head, wrung the clean towel from the warm water, then handed it to him behind her, "Here, wipe yourself. If you feel the towel is not warm or clean enough, just hand it back, and I’ll wash it for you."
"Can’t you help me with the wiping?" he said.
"Uh... Kyle, you’re already grown up; you should do it yourself," she said, blushing.
"But I like it when you wipe me," he said.
Suddenly, his body enveloped hers. Mabel Quinn looked up sharply, and in front of her was a large mirror, so their images were fully reflected.
Tall as he was, he wrapped her within his arms, giving her an even daintier feeling.
"Looking at you , you seem so small," he murmured softly, eyes fixed on the mirror.
"..." She was speechless.
"Is it okay?" his lips whispered by her ear.
Her face instantly turned even redder, not knowing where to place her gaze, she focused on controlling herself, distracting from the allure before her.
Her whole body started to emit heat, and her face was red like a blooming poppy flower. Reflexively wanting to escape, but his fingers held her shoulders firmly, not allowing her to move even a bit.
"Ki... Kyle..." Her voice was a little stammering, mirrored clearly, dear god, where did he learn such moves?