"I am sorry." He apologized to her surprise and carefully got up from her body and went down the bed.
"What are you doing here?" Mylar asked and he answered.
"I wanted us to talk before the party but it seems like you have a cut on your wrist, how did you get that?" Mylar was surprised at the warmth in his voice.
"Why do you care?" She asked and squeezed her face.
"This bitch, can she ever allow me do my thing in peace without trying to prove or annoy me." Diego thought to himself and quickly wore a fake smile on his face.
"You might just bleed to death with that cut on your hand." Diego said scaring her.
What! She exclaimed.
"A small cut like this can kill someone?" She asked and then suddenly realized that he was just being sarcastic.
He stretched his hands and brought out the first aid box from the shelf, then he sat down next to her and said.
"Let me have your hand."
