
“I am too thinking!” She shouted, wriggling against him as she turned back, trying to reach and grab the blade. Seki wanted it. She wanted to leave. “Now, let go, you don’t need to take care of me!” She wriggled against him, attempting to kick at his leg.
“Leave you for one second and you’ve already caught a cold…” Taking in her hands gingerly, he pasted plasters onto the...