Chapter 81 Pup Iv

• A few tears rolled down his cheeks and Ardyn rushed to open his can of schweppes, tipping it against his lips as the contents of the can poured right out of the can and entered his mouth smoothly. Ardyn gulped down the liquid with urgency, letting out a harsh exhale when the crisis had passed. He took in heavy breaths, the action raspy and forced as he smoothed his hand up and down his chest.
• He glared at my still laughing form, rolling his eyes dismissively. “Whatever.”
• “Are you okay, though?” I asked once my laughter had died down, taking in a deep breath and exhaling so I wouldn't start laughing again.