" Where is the wound?" He asked searching for the medicine in the box.
" In my leg..." She said.
He thought that she burned foot and sat on the floor, he raised his head only to feel giddy.
She sat there looking at his face, her sleeve fell down from her shoulder revealing her shoulder and cleavage.
He turned his head towards somewhere else.
" Where is the wound?" He asked once more looking at her feet. Her pale skin, her wheatish skin, long legs did something in him.
" Here..." She showed her tights lifting the fabric that was covering her thighs.
He looked at the wound, he gasped seeing the sight in front of him.
Not her wound but her hot legs.
" Are you sure, you want me to apply the medicine, there?" He asked expecting an yes and no.
Yes, because he was tempted and expected a moment.
No, because it was hard for him to control his temptation.
