Chapter 375 Connected To The Blackmoon Pack

• A slender figure lay sprawled on the study's extended couch, most of his legs dangling off the armrest. He looked like a sleeping lion, casting a grave atmosphere.
• The untouched medicine on the coffee table made Celica purse her lips. Who cares for someone who won’t take their meds when they're sick?
• She opened the box of anti-inflammatory medication and read the manual. "Take two pills each time."