"Ah... ah?" Lissy Lock stammered, unconsciously backing away, "Did... did I not make myself clear?"
"Did I not make myself clear? Come here!"
Lissy Lock hesitated before walking over, slowly and reluctantly. John Fame watched her, his brow furrowing.
She immediately quickened her pace and hastily sat next to him.
John Fame leaned over, his breath brushing against her face. This startled her and she couldn't help but back away, goosebumps forming on the back of her neck.
She hurriedly said, "John... John Fame, even if, even if you want me now, wait a minute... I'm all dirty, my face... my face is still injured..."
"I'm not that desperate." John Fame stood up, got some medicine and cotton swabs from somewhere, and sat back down beside her. "Apply the medicine, disinfect. Tomorrow I'll have someone take a good look at you."
Lissy Lock felt uncomfortable and said, "I thought you didn't care about my face?"
Without looking up, John Fame responded, "Shut up."
