Emilia Johnny blushed: "Was that still dismissive? Then... then, worst case, tonight, I'll... I'll let you into my bedroom..."
Oh dear, she had really put her old face on the line. If that wasn't enough comfort, she truly didn't know what else to do.
Miles Martin smiled: "That's quite nice. Just make sure you don't back out."
Emilia Johnny covered her face: "Ah, I know..."
Even if Big Brother hadn't punched him, she felt he would have found another way to make her agree.
"So can you let me go get the medicine now?"
Miles Martin got up, no longer pressing on her: "Go ahead."
Emilia Johnny quickly got up and went downstairs to find the first aid kit.
After applying the medicine on Miles Martin's wound, Emilia Johnny looked at the wound and shook her head. Such a handsome face, but Big Brother had been too harsh.
"Then I'll go downstairs to cook, and you... rest for a while?"
