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Chapter 617 He’s not my husband!

Her slender body bumped into his hard chest, and she was just about to break free when a groan came

from above her head.

The wound on his back was being pulled out.

Olive hastily stopped moving. She said, “It’s not my fault, don’t blame me!”

Elvis hugged her. She was wearing a small halter top. He buried his head in her hair and inhaled her

scent. After the pain in his back subsided, he smiled h oar sely and said, “What about you harassing

me?”

What the hell?

“Elvis, I’m saving you. If you get a little colder, you’ll die for sure!”

Elvis lowered his eyes and rubbed his dry thin lips on her soft face: “Where did you rub me just now to

warm up?”

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“Why are men and women still unequal now? Isn’t it wrong for women to molest men?”

Olive’s face flushed, but she fought back, “President Augustine, you’re really a beast. No matter how

cold you are, just rub it and it will warm you up!”

Elvis raised an eyebrow without objection, pulling the blanket over the two of them.

Olive wanted to move, but now she was lying on top of him, which was too intimate.

“Don’t move!” He said.

Olive was stunned.

Elvis hugged her, his deep eyelids filled with fatigue from illness. He held her in his arms. Her body was

as soft as jade. He frowned, “Don’t move. Let me hug you.”

Olive’s heart suddenly felt warm. Outside was heavy rain, inside the light flickered faintly. She lay in his

lap, listening to the strong beat of his heart, suddenly feeling a little tired and dependent.

Forget it. Tonight, she just needs to hug him to sleep like that.

Olive soft and docile lay on his chest like a kitten.

Their breaths mingled together. The cold night was so quiet that they could hear each other’s

heartbeat.

At this point, Elvis lowered his eyes and kissed her red lips.

This kiss was different from the previous one. He kissed her softly but strongly, hot lips brushing her

red lips, entwining her, immersing together.

Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled violently. She hesitated and began to respond to him. She is like

green fruit, iminature, but sweet and delicate, making one want to take a bite.

Elvis wrapped his arms around her slender waist and rubbed his rough palms.

The two of them had already done that kind of intimacy, and his slight temptation brought her to her

selises.

“Don’t…”

She reached out her small hand and pressed it against his large palm.

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Elvis’ deep eye sockets filled with scarlet. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re so badly injured on your back that you even think about this. Be careful to die in bed!” She

blushed and glared at him.

Elvis pursed his thin lips and said h oar se ly: “If I die in bed, I can become an amorous ghost.”

Olive’s slender body quickly stiffened.

Elvis noticed the changes in her body, his eyes quickly turning deep and sharp, staring at her. Both of

them thought about her taking the medicine, the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

“Let me go. I’m sleepy. I want to sleep. Olive said.

But Elvis pulled her into his arms, and he kissed her forehead…

His thin flexible lips brushed her forehead, and Olive froze.

She heard that a man kissing a woman’s forehead is the ultimate love and cherish.

Olive suddenly fell silent, Elvis beautiful eyes moving slightly, “Sleep. Good night.”

Olive’s stiff body gradually softened, and she closed her eyes.

The next morning.

After the pouring rain last night, this morning, the sky is clear and the sun is bright and brilliant.

Olive found a doctor in the tribe. The doctor was amazed and said: “Sir, you were so badly injured, the

wound was infected and you got a high fever, but you were able to survive last night. It’s a miracle.”

The wound on his back was healed, Elvis stood up, used his long slender hand to choose a clean black

shirt, and put it on.

He is now half-naked, with strong wheat-colored muscles, a tight waist, strong abs, and a pair of black

pants underneath, showing off his long legs.

His body was super straight, his clothes looked thin, the material was unpretentious, but he was

attractive and strong, making people blush.

He put on clean black clothes, then took off a piece of jade he carried with him and gave it to the

doctor, “Sorry to bother you last night.”

The doctor wasn’t a greedy person but at a glance recognized this jade pendant. Looking at Elvis’s

exceptionally mature and calm demeanor, he guessed that this man was either a big boss or a tycoon,

so he served him more carefully.

“Sir, you are very polite. Last night’s heavy rain blocked the road ahead, so your rescue may bet

delayed for a day or two. You and your wife can stay here. I will go and prepare some food and

vegetables for you.”

“Your wife” is Olive.

Elvis didn’t refute, nor did he have any change of heart, nodding his head: “Then thank you in advance,

doctor.”

The doctor left.

Dvis stepped out of the cabin and walked forward.

He and Olive fell off the cliff last night and came to this little tribe.

Ahead was a river. The river water was flowing and clear. There were some women washing clothes

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by the riverbank.

Elvis paused, his deep phoenix eyes fixed on a slender figure.

Olive was there too.

She was with those women, and she was doing the laundry. In her little hands is her washed them

surreptitiously, and her small stooping face was streaked with red from embarrassment.

His clothes were washed and placed in a clean basin.

derwear. She

“Miss Hart, is the man in the room your husband? Your husband is so handsome. We’ve never met

such a handsome man.”

Some women enthusiastically asked.

Olive’s slender eyelashes trembled. She said, “He’s not my husband!”

“Oh, Miss Hart, you lied. There’s only one bed in the chalet. Didn’t you sleep with him last night?”

Olive’s face turned red. She couldn’t resist the onslaught of these women. After washing the clothes,

she took the basin of water and stood up, emphasizing: “He’s not my husband. He’s my brother!”

After she said that, her mind was dizzy and she ran away.

The aunties in the back smiled and said, “This little girl was born like a fairy but she is also shy.”

Olive ran two steps and stopped because she saw the tall and handsome figure.

Elvis stood there, looking at her.

It was unknown when he had been standing here looking at her, but he must have heard the words of

those women

“Hey, bro,” at this point, the aunts behind laughed, “Are you this little girl’s brother or her husband?”