Chapter 87: It’s Your Lucky Day
Maple Hotel was a name that carried with it a certain poetic charm. The owner had reportedly chosen it in honor of his late wife. They had made their vows under a maple tree, and the memory lingered in every corner of the hotel.
It was a romantic, yet melancholic story.
In the hotel room, Queenie lay on the bed, peeling off her coat, revealing her stunning figure.
"John..."
Queenie's eyes were hazy, and she whispered his name in a soft, almost delirious tone.
John's heart skipped a beat. Before he could use the filiform needle to transfer his Vital energy to Queenie, she was already moving toward him.
It was too late to use the needle now. John intended to transfer his Vital energy directly to Queenie, so he quickly grabbed her by the shoulders, trying to steady her.
As his Vital energy rushed into her body, Queenie let out a soft sniffle before falling into a deep sleep.
John quickly left to buy Queenie a new shirt. When he returned, Queenie was awake, sitting up in bed, clutching the sheets around her body, looking both fragile and pitiful.