"Of course, otherwise how would it pass for the real thing?"
He laughed out loud, gently nibbling on the tip of her nose, "You little brat, always love to go against me."
Despite his words, his arm had already stretched out to pull her closer.
Their chests pressed against each other, she shyly tried to shield herself with her hands, but his large hands already reached over, pulling her arms apart so they could embrace without barriers.
Memoria's hands had nowhere to go, fearing she'd touch something she shouldn't, she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Her fingers touched an old scar on his back, gently tracing it with her fingertips. When she felt something sticky, she was startled and quickly propped herself up to look at his back.
Sure enough, a few scabs below the wound on his back had split open, oozing blood.
She frowned in distress, "Doesn't it hurt... How could you not be careful? I'll go get some cotton pads for you..."
