Chapitre 173: Slap

"Wash yourself," Liiza ordered before Khan could get too close.

"[Liiza]," Khan pleaded, but Liiza's expression grew even angrier as she pointed at the waterfall a few meters in front of her.

Khan could only sigh and approach the falling water. He didn't need to ask what Liiza wanted to gain an idea of her intentions. She was experiencing the same annoyance that he had felt when she cut her palm open.

The waterfall washed Khan clean. Removing all the marks with simple water was difficult, but he made sure to scrub everything away. The entirety of his injuries slowly appeared in the open, and Liiza could see his state when he turned toward her.

Deep red marks covered Khan's front. They created a simple tribal-like tattoo engraved in his skin that went from his forehead and reached his toes. Each line that Liiza had drawn had transformed into injuries that could burn for days if left untreated, but Khan didn't seem to care about them at all.