Chapter 62
Yoon Tae-oh grabbed my hand and placed it on my thigh, talking nonsense. Then he opened the cap of the disinfectant he had bought.
I guess... this kid is trying to kill me. With a calm expression, I poured a lot of disinfectant on my palm and felt a burning pain in the area where I had been scratched.
“Wait! Oh, it hurts!”
I struggled with the sudden pain and tried to pull my hand away, but somehow, Yoon Tae-oh, who was holding my wrist, didn’t move. My butt just lifted off the sofa, and I expressed the pain with my whole body.
“...Isn’t that a bit too much of a joke? If someone saw me, they’d think I cut off my hand.”
I've never had my hand cut off, but I think it must be about this painful. The pain of my hand burning seems to be getting worse because that ignorant bastard poured all the medicine on me. My eyes also quickly became hot and hot. Is this revenge for my expression being stiff right now?
"really!"
“Are you angry now?”
“Oh, it hurts... It... It hurts so much....”
A loud voice escaped my throat in anger, but I came to my senses when I saw Yoon Tae-oh’s crooked gaze. I must have gone crazy. I almost gave him my real wrist. No. It seems like his feelings haven’t calmed down yet, and the grip on my wrist is getting stronger.
“No, originally it would have really hurt... but strangely, it hurts less because the CEO is treating it, that’s what it means.... I think my voice got louder because I was so touched....”
It's a very slow pace, but it seems like the strength in his hands is gradually leaving. Seriously... It's hard to survive. I don't know why he likes being flattered like this.