Kapitel 188: A Trick Played By Luke

Jocelyn carefully looked around. Realizing that it was still bright outside and that ghosts wouldn't come out at this time of the day, she slowly heaved a sigh of relief. As if all the bones in her body had been removed, she collapsed into Aren's arms.

The lingering fear made Jocelyn break out in cold sweat. Her face was especially pale, and her hands and feet were cold.

Aren, who was holding her, was like a heater. The warmth of his body made Jocelyn feel comfortable, making her not want to leave it.

Only then did Jocelyn notice the pain in her throat and the taste of blood in her mouth.

The pain was like having his throat scratched by fingernails and salt sprinkled on her wound, making Jocelyn frown uncomfortably.

She coughed in discomfort. The vibrating vocal cords made Jocelyn feel as if the original wound had been torn open again, and the wound suffered a second blow.