Chapter 542 - Lick It (2)

It was very late at this time. Vincent had not come over tonight. Tomorrow was Qingming Festival. Emily planned to go to the tell Scavo's to ask him after the festival.

After making the call, Harold came in to report, "I have told Kamron, but he is a little angry. He hung up without saying anything."

"OK. It's very late. Go to sleep." Emily waved his hand.

"There is another thing," Harold hesitated to say, "Elsie woke up today, but ... the situation is a little bad. The doctor suggested that she must be transferred to the rehab center when she is discharged from the hospital ... The police also meant that."

"Then do as they said." Emily stood up and walked out of the study. She looked back at the desk in the study. "Don't sympathize with her. She deserves it."

"I was afraid that you would feel upset," Harold said honestly.

"Me?" Emily looked at him and asked, "Why do you think so?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said too much," Harold said woodenly.

"It's fine. Go back to sleep. Get up early tomorrow. Susan and the others have to go with us."

"OK!"

Emily opened the door of her room. She thought of what Harold had said before she entered. Did she feel upset?

It seemed that she was indeed a little upset.

But she still thought that Elsie deserved it. If Elsie hadn't led to such an awkward situation, she wouldn't have fallen to this point in the end.

Emily took a deep breath and closed the door.

"Come on~ Be happy ~ there's plenty of time for fun~ come on~ show you ~ there's plenty of scenery ~ come on~ love ~"

The horrible sound of Ferne's singing came from the bathroom. Noah wanted to rush in and strangle him several times. Ferne got out of the bathroom after a long time. However, he came out with a bath towel tied. As he walked to the kitchen, he sang loudly, "He has a pair of soft eyes, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to bloom..."

Noah was lost for words.

Probably because Noah's gaze was too scorching, Ferne turned his head to look at him and asked with some embarrassment, "How is it? It sounds good, right? I usually don't sing it for others. Only you have this fortune."

Noah was lost for words again.

Ferne picked up a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and was taken away by Noah before he could open it.

"Co-coincidentally, you want to drink too?" Ferne looked pitifully at Noah gulping down more than half of the drink. Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he saw Noah avoid him and put the drink into the refrigerator. Noah pointed at the table and said, "There is some water."

Ferne was furious. "Are you inhumane? My injuries have long been healed. It is just a drink. How many days have passed? I haven't even touched a single sip of the drink. I'm about to go crazy from greed! Could you give me a sip?"

"How many times did you have diarrhea from drinking red wine that day?" Noah closed the refrigerator and looked at him with his arms crossed.

"Twice," said Ferne.

"Say it again?" Noah frowned.

"Three times." As soon as Ferne finished speaking, he saw that Noah's angry expression. He immediately extended his hand and said, "Fine! Five times, but it has been several days since that time. Recently, I feel quite good. The intestine and stomach absorption are also quite good. You see ... The weather is hot, right? I think I can take a sip of it."

Noah seemed to agree, opened the refrigerator, took out the bottle of drink from inside, opened the bottle cap in front of Ferne's excited gaze, and then handed the bottle over.

Ferne looked at the bottle cap in confusion.

What did he mean?

Noah raised his eyebrows and said to him, "Lick it."

Words failed Ferne.

Why did he not feel annoyed but aroused when he heard this word from Noah's mouth?

Ferne thought of something and quickly blushed. And then he lowered his head and licked the bottle cap. He was probably nervous that he licked Noah's finger.

Noah was lost for words.

Ferne's spine went numb for a moment. He did not have the courage to look up at Noah. Noah might even think that he did it on purpose.

"Internal information! In the second trial, Branden will be sentenced direct death penalty definitely. How about it? Are you happy? Are you excited? Let's drink some wine to celebrate tonight."

Noah unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand again, and then threw the bottle of drink to him, "There is no need for the wine, just take this."

Ferne held the bottle of cold drink. Only then did he realize that his hands were extremely hot. Perhaps his face was also a little hot. He placed the drink against his face and warmed it. Only then did he smell that the body of the drink still had the taste of Noah's palm.

"What ... did you do just now? Why did your hand smell strangely?" In order to prevent himself from acting like a pervert, Ferne found a fair reason for himself. As he sniffed, he said with some disdain, "Did you pick your feet?"

"No, I pick my nose," Noah said.

Ferne was lost for words.

"You think you can fool me?" Of course, Ferne did not believe it. He even rubbed his face with the drink. "I don't believe it!"

"It's true. I used the index finger of this hand." Noah spread out his hands to show him.

The index finger he emphasized happened to be the one that Ferne had just accidentally licked.

Words failed Ferne.

Noah sat in front of the computer, listening to the sound of Ferne brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth in the bathroom, his mouth unconsciously curved up.