Chapter 587

Freya clung to Ryan's neck while trying to steady herself as the world spun around her. Her breath was warm and fragrant against Ryan's face. It was like a gentle breeze. "I'm so dizzy," she murmured weakly. Ryan suddenly remembered something and smacked his thigh in frustration. "When I was a kid, my friends used to sneak cigarettes, and they would pass out after a few puffs. You must be feeling this way because of the cigar." Freya's face was pale, and her breathing was unsteady. "I'm really dizzy, Ryan. Can you lay me down somewhere for a bit?" "Of course!" He scanned the surroundings and noticed a patch of grass just outside the woods. Gently, he carried Freya over to the grassy area. He then took off his shirt, folded it into a makeshift pillow, and placed it under her head. "Freya? Freya?" Ryan called softly, but she didn't respond. She was already fast asleep. Her lips were slightly parted, revealing her pearly white teeth. Her chin was delicate, and her neck was smooth