Her voice was delicate and girlish, "My leg hurts. I bumped it a moment ago. I wasn't lying to you. It really hurts."
She spoke earnestly, looking at the man in front of her with earnest eyes.
Arnold Simmons rolled up the hem of her trousers to reveal a patch of fair and gleaming skin underneath. Her skin was delicate and smooth, even though there was already a shade of purple where she hurt herself. It looked a little terrifying.
Hannah shook her leg a little, "See, I told you it's true."
Arnold gazed at her without saying a word, his eyes somewhat cold, lifting his hand.
Hannah huddled her neck and closed her eyes, like a quail readying itself.
The next moment, a warm and wide palm covered her head, gently rubbing it. Arnold's voice revealed a hint of helplessness but also concern, "You're so delicate."
Although he spoke lightly, he stood up and returned with a first aid kit.
