Chapter 232

It went on until 9am. Zachary went to the bathroom. He showered for a long time. By the time he was done, I almost fell asleep. It was only when he wrapped his arms around my waist that I became a little more sober. I hugged his waist in return and buried my head in his firm chest. “Where have you been yesterday?” I asked with a tired voice. He replied coldly, “S City.” He was horribly cold. I opened my mouth and bit on his chest wound. The wounds on Zachary’s body had not fully healed, yet he allowed himself to be drenched in the rain. He patted my head lightly with his palm but did not stop me from biting him, nor did he grunt at all. His endurance was outstanding. I felt disinterested and loosened my bite, then took a look at the wounds on him. They were all treated. He must have done it in the bathroom. I touched his wound lightly with my finger and asked worriedly, “Don’t you feel pain?” He answered nonchalantly, “Not at all.” “You’re lying. How can a person not feel pa