The man's warm, dry palm gently touched her ankle, and a blush spread across Xaviera's face. She instinctively wanted to retract her foot but was firmly held by the man, unable to move.
Xaviera: "..."
For the first time, she felt the difference in strength between men and women.
Just as Xaviera was about to say something, her mouth opened and she heard a click. Her eyebrows instantly furrowed, and she glared at Caleb with a resentful look. He nonchalantly released his grip and said, "I told you, your ankle is twisted, and I'll fix it."
Xaviera: "..."
Couldn't you have said something before fixing it?! Are you mute?! That sudden move was so painful!
"Can you walk? I guess you can't, so I'll reluctantly carry you." Caleb asked and answered himself, then without giving Xaviera time to react, bent over, picked her up, and placed her on the sofa.
