Bab 43: Who is that professor?

She turned her creased brows back at him and lifted down her gaze near her arm, "Why are you… holding my arm?"

His hand that clutched tightly over her arm that was covered by loose white shirt moved back. He himself was confused by his behaviour. He was thinking of something else while doing something else. His movements were completely disoriented from his thoughts. 

Well, it wasn't really his fault, he can't just help it. 

"Your palm is injured, tend to it before you leave". he awkwardly said it, turning his back on her. 

Leigh found this situation weirder. She looked at her right-hand palm, it was scratched after she fell down yesterday on the ground but for her it was nothing much and so she ignored his words, "This much, this is nothing, I will leave now". 

"Tsk, if I said do it than do it. You have to go against my words in everything!" he looked furious once again grabbing her arm and stopping her from leaving.