"It's inside that shelf over there, at the doorway. I'm so sorry for all this trouble," Ace said while panting softly, as if he was so frail that he couldn't do anything himself.
He had truly mastered the art of being a knight in distress.
Joanna found the first aid kit, which contained bandages, antiseptic cream, and some basic essentials.
As she got to the sofa, she stared at the man's perfect facial structure, along with his beautifully sculpted body and frosty aura. The woman thought to herself, 'What eye candy! He's like a damn incubus!'
"Take your shirt off," Joanna ordered, looming over him like an experienced maneater.
'Oh my god, she's so bold!'
This time, Ace was the one who felt quite bashful, and covered his chest with both arms, asking, "Why? I can't do much in my current state… But if you insist, I'll still try and do my best to please you."