Kane frowned.
This guy, chattering nonsense early in the morning.
She hadn't noticed where she'd pressed earlier, withdrew her hand, and stood upright. Since he was awake, he could cover himself.
Kane wanted to clean up the room.
As she turned, she heard the man behind her cough.
She turned her head to look at him, "Mister, catching a cold from sleeping on the couch overnight?"
Urged him to stay at a hotel, but he refused.
Jace coughed again, indeed he had caught a cold.
The man's distinct fingers brushed back his hair, and for a moment, his tousled bangs parted to the sides. His facial features effortlessly suited a middle-part hairstyle. Beneath the black hair, those eyes seemed to spark electricity, his whole demeanor lazy yet casual, exuding boundless charm.
He rasped, "Caught it from you."
Caught it from her?
Kane stood still in place.
She had a fever, but could a cold really be that infectious?
They seem to have no mode of transmission.
