Chapter 474: There''s Nothing Special


    Kenny rke returned to the room with the white wine and towel the old man gave him.


    When he entered the room, Gloria Taylor had already got up and sat on the bed in a daze.


    Because of her fever, her cheeks were a little red, her brows were frowning, and her eyes were filled


    with mist.


    When Kenny rke came in, she frowned vigorously before squinting to recognize him.


    When he approached, Gloria Taylor said, "Where did you go?"


    Her tone was a little slow, sounding pitiful.


    Kenny rke sat down by the bed. She was wearing only one of his shirts. He lowered his eyes and he


    could see her smooth and white legs.


    It''s burnt.


    Kenny rke pulled the quilt to cover her, and said indifferently, "Lie down."


    Gloria Taylor curled her lips and refused: "No."


    She was delirious at the moment because of the fever, no matter what Kenny rke said, she just


    thought that his tone was so fierce, she would not do what he asked.


    Kenny rke stared at her for a few seconds, seeming to know what she was thinking, he frowned


    slightly, his tone softened, and repeated: "Lie back."


    "OK." Gloria Taylor was very cooperative this time.


    But at this moment, she had unwell, and after hearing Kenny rke''s words, she fell straight back.


    Fortunately, Kenny rke quickly caught her.


    She was so burnt that she was weak, and Kenny rke supported her shoulders and put her on the


    bed easily.


    Kenny reached out and touched her forehead, which was very hot.


    Kenny rke unscrewed the white wine and took a look, then put it back.


    Liquor can physically cool down, but it was better not to use it.


    Kenny rke put a wet towel on Gloria Taylor''s forehead, tucked the quilt corner for her, then he went


    downstairs.


    The old man sat at the door holding the cat, holding a long cigarette stick in his hand, and was putting a


    few pieces of tobo into it to light it.


    What he smoked was the kind of cigarettes he grew, unprocessed, and the smell of tobo was a bit


    strong.


    Kenny rke frowned imperceptibly, and he walked over to the old man and sat down.


    The old man handed the cigarette stick to Kenny rke: "Do you wanna it?"


    Kenny rke said quietly: "No."


    "How is your wife?" The old man seemed to just ask casually. After taking a very enjoyable sip, he


    asked aloud.


    Kenny rke''s expression remained unchanged: "She''s fine."


    "Oh, you are from the city, what are you doing here?" The old man knocked on his cigarette stick and


    looked up at him.


    Kenny rke answered very simply: "For something."


    The old man probably also saw that Kenny rke wasn''t a talkative person, so he didn''t ask more, but


    started to look at Kenny rke.


    The man in front of him was very tall, with big eyes and a strong heroic spirit. The rough clothes on him


    could not conceal the extravagance on him. He was not an ordinary person at first nce.


    ...


    When Gloria Taylor woke up, it was dim insight.


    She opened her eyes for a while to adjust the light, then she vaguely saw the furnishings in the room.


    Above her head was not the ceiling that she would see every morning when she woke up, but the solid


    wood beams and blue tiles.


    There were no other decorations in the room. Gloriay on the bed and looked out, but only saw


    something simr to a cab, and the room still smelled of damp wood.


    After the senses returned, she felt the towel on her forehead.


    The towel had been half-dried by her body temperature.


    She remembered, it seemed that Kenny rke came to her!


    Gloria Taylor suddenly turned over and sat up, her head dizzy, she slowed down for a few seconds


    before getting out of bed and walking towards the door.


    Opening the door, she could see the stairs, and the intermittent voice of the old man came downstairs,


    and the voice of a young man was mixed in it.


    Gloria Taylor stood by the door listening for a while, and found that the old man had spoken a long time


    before the young man responded briefly.


    Although it was only a short answer, Gloria Taylor also heard that it was Kenny rke''s voice.


    She was overjoyed and was about to go downstairs.


    After walking two steps forward, she realized that she was only wearing a shirt at this time, and quickly


    returned to the room and found the light switch by the door.


    She pressed the switch, but there was no light in the room.


    There''s no electricity here.


    With such heavy rains and serious mudslides in the past few days, power outages were reasonable.


    There were not many things in the room, she fumbled around and found there was no clothes at all.


    Gloria Taylor had to return to the bed, waiting for Kenny rke toe up.


    Fortunately, Kenny rke did not let her stay for long.


    She sat on the bed for less than ten minutes before she heard the footsteps of someone going upstairs.


    It was Kenny rke.


    Sure enough, after a while, Kenny rke opened the door and walked in. He held a candle in one


    hand and Gloria Taylor''s clothes in the other.


    The orange-yellow candlelight lit up the dim room, and Gloria Taylor saw the face of Kenny rke.


    She cried out in surprise: "Kenny rke!"


    Kenny rke did not speak. He walked to the bed with a candle, put the clothes on the bed, and


    reached out to touch her forehead.


    Confirming that her forehead was not as hot as before, then he stood up.


    Only then did Gloria Taylor notice the clothes worn by Kenny rke.


    He was wearing military-green overalls, a bit like the clothes worn by people in the 90s on TV, and it


    looked like a sense of age.


    But Kenny rke was Kenny rke, even if he was wearing a piece of rags, he was still a noble


    Master rke.


    Kenny rke lowered his eyes and saw Gloria Taylor staring at him nicely. He frowned and said, "Put it


    on."


    Gloria Taylor reached out and took the clothes over, smelling a smell of smoke, guessing that the


    clothes must have been dried by Kenny rke.


    After all, there was no dryer in this kind of ce.


    Gloria Taylor looked at the clothes and then she looked at Kenny rke again: "Turn around."


    Kenny rke raised his eyebrows to look at her: "When you asked me to help you take a bath, I saw


    everything."


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    "..."


    At this time, Kenny rke added another sentence: "There is nothing special."


    Gloria Taylor pursed her lips, red at him, opened the quilt and started to change clothes.


    And Kenny rke stared straight at her changing clothes like that, without even moving his eyes.


    Gloria Taylor felt that the temperature she had just dropped had risen again.


    Kenny rke did watch her changing clothes. Gloria''s face was already burning like fire.


    Gloria Taylor felt that no matter what happened to a person''s memory, to be shamelessness if you need


    it.


    She rolled over and got out of bed, looking at him provocatively: "You need to be responsible for seeing


    my body."


    Kenny rke snorted indifferently: "Because of you, I am trapped in this kind of ce. Are you also


    responsible for that? Do you know how much work will umte for the rke group if I stay stuck


    here for one day? "


    The feelings in Gloria Taylor''s heart were washed away by his words in an instant.


    She gritted her teeth, then she refuted: " So why are youing here? You can just stay at home."