Chapter 882

Larissa picked up the bottles one by one and held them in her arms.

"Do you want some?" she asked, looking up at Kevan.

Kevan took all the bottles from her arms and left her only with a case of beer.

"You can have this," he said.

"Hey!" Larissa was already in a bad mood. Now that Kevan had ruined her plans of getting drunk, she felt even more irritated.

She reached out to snatch the whiskey back from him. Kevan dodged and kept her at arm's length by flicking her forehead.

"Listen to me, or I'll take away the beer too," Kevan said sternly.

Larissa hid the cans of beer behind her and glared at Kevan. Staring at the whiskey in his arms, she gritted her teeth. "Fine."

Larissa sat on the ground with her back against the sofa. She had a can of beer in one hand and a freshly grilled drumstick that Kevan had made in the other.

"I feel so miserable."

She took a bite of the drumstick, smearing oil on her lips.

Frowning, Kevan leaned over and wiped the oil from her mouth.

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