Wolf met her eyes, his thin lips curved slightly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Isla's thoughts were disordered. When she raised her hand, she accidentally knocked the teacup with her hand, and the hot tea spilled burned the back of her hand, causing her to let out a soft cry from the pain.
Axel took out a square towel covering her hand and wiped away the few drops of tea. Looking at her face, he saw her frowning and her voice deepened, "Are you burned?"
In fact, after being permed for a while, she felt nothing at all. She shook her head gently, "It doesn't matter."
Her skin was fair and tender, and several obvious red marks were on the back of her hands. Axel was always worried.
After the meal, he paid the bill.
She was shocked, "I promised that I would treat you."
