Chapter 179: Mutual Comfort

I held his wrists with care. Dicken uttered a low grunt. God knew how agonizing it was. I was heartbroken, but all I could do was look at his wounds. I slowly peeled away the new tissues stuck to the handcuffs, allowing the newly grown tissues to return to the exposed bones. I stuck out my tongue and meticulously licked all of his wounds, not missing a single one.

Healing both of his webbed claws was not a simple task. When both of his wrists were clotted with a transparent layer, I was already sweating from tiredness. Then I finally realized a wet and lubricant thing seemed to be licking my chest.

I lowered my head and looked. I didn’t know when Dicken rolled me up with his fishtail. He buried his head in my chest. He looked shy, fluttering his eyelashes, and seemed charmed by my body.

He appeared to be aware that I was watching him. He cocked his head to look at me. A lovely arc formed at the corners of his mouth. My heartbeat abruptly skipped a beat. A hot sensation rushed fro