After hanging up the call with Raelle, Hyson had a helpless smile on his face but that hint of worry between his brows couldn't be overlooked. He continued to stare at his phone screen even though the phone call had long ended. That uneasy feeling in his heart was really bothering him since this morning.
Taking a deep breath, he took the ointment from the side that his manager gave him earlier and unscrewed the cap. He wasn't lying to Raelle when he said that mosquitoes played him well last night. Looking at his forearm littered with mosquito bites, he pouted unhappily. These mosquito bites on his fair skin really didn't look good.
He was always such a good boy. Why did he have to suffer through this torture?
