"Master, your hand is bleeding. Let me clean it up for you."
Thus, moist lilac began to wrap around his fingers, gently swirling.
Sometimes sucking like a baby, sometimes savoring like a sweet lollipop.
At this moment, if paired with a gaze from deep blue eyes, the effect would be even better.
—Such a scene naturally would not happen.
Once the little bit of blood was wiped clean, the small wound on the finger was completely healed—within the club, the Boss was indeed an Undying.
He remembered being shot in the forehead by the first customer, yet he was still able to stand up alive. This was nothing more than a lighter cut, which if not for the Maid's concern, the Boss actually wouldn't intend to pay it any mind: for someone who often entered the kitchen, occasional cuts were quite ordinary.
"Ah—help—don't come near—!!!"
Bucky suddenly fell from the sofa to the ground, then scrambled in panic, even his fists aimlessly swinging at the air.
