"Lian?" Ha-joon called again, sighing heavily in front of Lian.
"Shhh... I'm treating your wound! Let's talk about this later. I have a lot of considerations to make," she said. She bit her lip, trying to hold down her giggle. She never expected that a help on Cho-Hee's resignation would lead to Ha-joon's confession.
Lian was down on her knees, facing Ha-joon, cleaning his hand while Ha-joon held up his shirt on his forehead.
After wrapping his hand with a bandage, Lian looked up to his athletic face. She let out a heavy sigh and silently screamed, 'Rrrrrrrr.'
"That cut on your forehead is nasty," she said, hiding her inner thoughts.
For a minute, she attended to him in silence, cleaning his wound. Lian was already in her sleeping dress. She was wearing a peach silk nightgown with an open robe.
