The spacious living room was filled with the smell of iodine.
Lorraine Hughes lowered her head, her delicate hand holding a cotton swab as she meticulously disinfected Nathan Bolton's wound.
"I didn't mean to." The man's pale explanation came from above.
Lorraine Hughes paused her hand, then pressed harder with the cotton swab onto his wound: "Oh."
"Hiss..." Nathan Bolton let out a pained sound, "It hurts... cough cough cough..."
Lorraine Hughes: "..."
She threw away the cotton swab, grabbed a white porcelain bottle and poured out a cough drop, shoving it into Nathan Bolton's mouth.
The motion was both rough and swift.
Nathan Bolton: "...
It's a bit sweet.
Lorraine Hughes continued to disinfect the next wound.
After a while, the man above spoke again, "Last time was not intentional when I kissed you."
Lorraine Hughes: "..."
——Bang
Thomas Lucas, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen, bumped into the door.
They kissed!
When did it happen?
