Chapter 1544: I Can Risk My Life to Accompany You

Chapter 1544: Chapter 1544: I Can Risk My Life to Accompany You

In his dreams, her scent lingered around his nose, making him feel at ease.

"Really?" She laughed.

"Mm."

"So how do you plan to reward me?"

He thought for a moment, lowered his head, hooked her chin with his finger, and blinked suggestively, "A reward of a kiss, would you like it?"

"No, what kind of reward is that, who cares?"

He was already kissing her.

Scarlett Yates laughed and tried to dodge, but she was no match for him. Despite her attempts to escape, she couldn’t get away from the palm of his hand.

"Mmm." He held her head firmly, like an experienced hunter targeting his prey with precision.

His slightly cool lips pressed down.

It was a very gentle kiss, softly rubbing, he only tasted a little, mapped out the shape of her lips, and then released her.

Just waking up, Scarlett’s face had been already pink, but now it was even more crimson, as if a peach blossom had just bloomed on her face.

Matthew Saxon looked at her flushed little face with fascination: "Scarlett."

Her eyes were still dreamy: "Mm?"

"Do you know there’s something I very much want to do right now?"

"What?"

His finger slowly landed at the corner of her lips: "Devour you."

Her body shivered, and her face burned again.

Could he not say such suggestive things so seriously?

"Um... Matthew, I’m hungry, are you? I can go out and get some food back." She tried to crawl out of his embrace.

"Someone will bring it over," he held her down and couldn’t help but smile, "Why are you so timid, are you really that scared of me eating you?"

"..."

"I haven’t finished what I was saying; although I really want to swallow you whole, right now I lack the strength, but don’t be too disappointed. If you truly want, I can try to cooperate..." Saying this, he deliberately reached his hand towards her collar.

"Matthew Saxon, do you have a death wish." Knowing he was joking, she grabbed her collar and dodged with a smile.

"To die beneath a peony, even as a ghost, would be romantic, Scarlett, for you, I could risk my life."

Matthew truly felt his body was not what it once was.

After a nap, his spirit had improved somewhat, but the physical exhaustion still hadn’t dissipated.

If before he had been full of energy, now after the virus invasion, only four parts remained.

Amidst their playful banter, with a bang, the tightly closed door suddenly opened.

After a series of steady footsteps, a person walked in through the passage.

And then, three pairs of eyes met.

The two pairs of eyes on the hospital bed met the person who walked in.

At this moment, Matthew had just unbuttoned one button on Scarlett Yates’ chest, and Scarlett’s hand was also on his slightly open chest.

When they saw clearly who had come in, Scarlett’s face turned red first. Suddenly, she felt completely uncomfortable, she pushed Matthew away, sat up from the bed, and with a flushed face whispered, "Grandpa."

Ian Douglas was stunned for a few seconds, his expression darkened slightly, he looked at her, then at Matthew, walked a few steps forward, and frowned, "What were you doing?"

What were they doing?

This question left Scarlett, a girl, not knowing how to reply.

Although they weren’t doing anything, the recent scene was very easily misunderstood.

With her face reddened, she hung her head down, lifted the blanket to get out of bed, and picked up her jacket to put it on.