Yuna had her head bowed for a while, but the boy ignored her. It soon became awkward when he didn’t say anything to her apology. Her neck started to hurt after having her head bowed for a while and so she looked up at him.

He wasn’t glaring at her, but he was staring at her awkwardly. She noticed that his hair was sticking up and there were leaves in his hair. Looking at his appearance, it seemed that the thing that she tripped over earlier must’ve been him. His eyes indicated that he was sleeping earlier. Why would someone sleep behind bushes? She was curious.

She lifted her hand to remove the leaves that were in his hair but stopped when she noticed him flinching. She instantly put her hand back down and stared back at him in apology. She broke the silence with her apology, “I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll take my leave.”

Before Yuna could walk away, his beautiful hands wrapped around her wrist lightly. He finally responded to her, “Wait.” She looked down at his hand and felt her face burn up. She’s never had any physical contact with

men, except her father. He abruptly let go of her wrist, almost as if he were disgusted with her touch. She felt irritated by his action. She didn’t react to him negatively because she didn’t know his circumstances. Maybe he just didn’t like touching people or was a germaphobe. She had no clue.

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He dug through his sleeves and pulled out an ointment bottle. She realized instantly that he stopped her so that he could take care of the wound on her arm. The wound seemed to be deeper than she thought, blood was dripping down her arm. She couldn’t have him dress her wound. She shook her head at him, “It’s okay. You don’t need to do that. It’s just a tiny scratch.”

He didn’t listen to her and tore the bottom of his expensive quality shirt. He then poured the contents of the medicine into the cloth. He dabbed the wound on her arm lightly. She winced when the cloth touched her skin. After cleaning out the wound, he tore off a bit more of his shirt to wrap her wound.

She felt herself turning a bright red when she noticed that the boy was showing his abs. She tried her best not to stare, but it was right in front of her. How could she look away when it was in plain sight? When he tightened the shirt around her wound, she yelped in pain. He instantly

regretted tying the shirt too tightly. He apologized, “I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

She saw the worry in his eyes and decided to forgive him. It wasn’t really a big deal and he was helping her dress the wound on her arm. She coughed to cover up her awkward behavior, “It doesn’t hurt that much. Thank you for helping me. I can pay you back for the medicine. How much should I give you?” She began looking for the bag of money that was tied to her waist.

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