"Hmm, I still haven't seen you with a black eye. Why don't you let me hit you for once?" Luciel said, looking at Treyton with a smile.
"Of course not. Don't even think about it. I know you won't even let me kiss you if I had a black eye," Treyton immediately denied.
"Oh, you know me quite well," Luciel replied nonchalantly.
"You won't even try to deny it?" Treyton asked unhappily.
"Why should I deny it? It's the truth."
"That means you're only with me because of my face?" Treyton asked, still sounding unhappy.
"You're thinking about it the wrong way. You should be happy that your good looks were the reason I agreed to be your lover. If you aren't handsome, I wouldn't even agree," Luciel corrected.
"Well, that seems to be true, but I'm not satisfied with your answer," Treyton said. Then he lightly nibbled on Luciel's neck to express his dissatisfaction.
