The air was still for a moment, Artemis could guess that these wounds hid some secret, but she did not ask, and she did not dare to ask, she was afraid to have more interactions with this man. But seeing his clenched hands, she could not help but say, "Your wounds are quite artistic, like Picasso style."
Saru did not understand what "Picasso style" was, but it did not stop him from knowing that this little woman was not afraid of him, and this brightened his mood with joy and a sense of pride. This was his woman.
"You'll stay with me won't you?" Saru didn't know why. It was clear that she had been tightly bound by him, but he was still worried. A voice in his heart told him that the woman would escape.
Artemis did not answer, but her heart was already shaken. Would she stay? She didn't know.
"I'll take that as a yes if you don't say anything." A glint of joy flashed in Saru's eyes, this time she didn't reject him.
