As the visitor entered the room, Nitya sat on the couch and indicated for him to sit on the chair facing the couch, a coffee table between them. Ji-hun sat just by her side, placing an arm around her shoulder, partially enveloping her in his hug. This innocent action of his made Siddhant's eyes spark devilishly with jealousy, anger, annoyance- only God knows what exactly it was.
She finally asked, "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
He looked at her carefully and leaned forward without saying a word, bringing his hand close to her lips, making her flinch abruptly. She jerked backwards, almost jumping into Ji-hun's lap, which made him angrier.
He then said disdainfully, "There is a trace of blood on your lip!"
She put her fingers on her lips, turning towards Ji-hun, making him smile. Giving a peck on her forehead, he spoke, "I am sorry for this, baby!"
