Chapter 43: Chapter 41 He Will Always Wait

I accepted his suggestion, and in fact, I couldn't refuse. It was because he first handed me a bottle of iced drink to quench my thirst and cool me down, then lifted my leg onto his and gently wiped the injured part on my leg with a medicated cotton soaked in water.

They were just minor cuts, which I hadn't even noticed myself. Nor had I complained about being extremely thirsty, but although he appeared calm, he actually paid close attention to these details. I didn't care whether this was a sophisticated pickup technique or what, but I had never been treated with such tenderness before, not even by my mother—who, mind you, did love me, but her way of showing it was mostly tough love, and my own rudeness had family roots.

"All right, now just wash your cute little face and you're good to go." He leaned back a bit and checked my legs and face.