"I'm not injured." Even now, he still tried to hide it from Enna Clark.
As if Enna Clark would believe him, "You're not injured? Then what's that on your shoulder?"
"...Art." He dodged Enna Clark's hand and blatantly lied, "There's an urgent matter at the company, you stay home, that's it."
Enna Clark was amused by his stubbornness. She hugged his waist from behind and instead of attempting from the front, she directly lifted his sweater from the back.
The thin black sweater was completely lifted to his waist, and once again Enna Clark saw the white bandages wrapped around him.
Because she lifted it from the back, she had a clearer view of his condition.
His fair skin looked feverish, showing a seductive pink, and from the bandaged area, there was a faint smell of blood...
Even so, he still dared to say he wasn't injured?
Enna Clark's breath caught, as she reached out her hand to touch above...
