Just as Jihan was about to apply the paste to the wounds, Leyman suddenly caught the girl's right hand which was about to touch the wound on his left shoulder.
Jihan gasped but quickly lowered her gaze.
"What are you doing?" asked Leyman, of course, one of his ways of trapping the innocent girl.
"I—I'm sorry, I…" said Jihan. "I—I just wanted to replace the wound medicine on your body, sir."
"Oh, I see," Leyman smirked, then took the girl's hand to approach him. It's just that Jihan seems to be trying to resist the tug. "Hey!" Leyman glared at the girl. "Are you fighting me?"
"F—Forgive me, no, I'm…"
"If you don't fight back," Leyman said, keeping his voice out of the ear of the old woman in the front room. "Then, come here. Come closer to me."
Hesitantly, Jihan finally drew closer to Leyman.
"Do it more gently," Leyman said with a smile and laid back his head.
