Amelia looked at the man's pale neck hanging down, his forehead under the black short hair covered with beads of sweat, even the knitwear on his body was slightly sticking to his skin as if soaked by sweat.
Suddenly breaking out in so much sweat, it must have been because she had pushed heavily against his wound just before.
Seeing him silently enduring the pain with a faint smile, her heart softened, and her voice grew much gentler, "Does it hurt a lot? Do you want me to call a doctor to have a look?"
His eyes slightly downcast, his thin lips moved slightly, "No need for a doctor, just kiss me and I'll be fine."
Amelia, "...You deserve the pain."
Though she said that, she still grabbed his uninjured hand, dragged him out of the kitchen, and pressed him back down on the sofa, then hurried to the kitchen to fetch a cup of water.
