Kapitel 161: Rising of the Dead (3)

---Clarence---

I was dragged by Gibson and Davin wishing that they won't send me to the clinic. I felt a bouncy thing, soft and comfortable. I felt a cold thing on my hand, realizing that it was a glass of water. I shakily drank on it, throwing back my head and look up to see Davin and Gibson over me.

I realized that we are in my room and they are somehow packing.

"Hiya there!" Davin grin. Why is he grinning? Why are both of them grinning? I almost died there, and I am suffering.

"How are you feeling?" Gibson asked.

"Dying."

"Oh, I can say that you are not dying, by the way." Gibson. Damn, I hate his voice. I heard that sultry—sexy—sweet voice of my baby, her caress on my head. She's above me smiling.

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