"Not painful? You're lying to ghosts, aren't you?" Hope's voice was cold and angry.
All of them dislike letting others see their injuries, wanting others to pity them, making her both exasperated and helpless.
Waylon Lewis smiled lightly, indifferent to his wounds, leaned closer to Hope and hugged her, "It really doesn't hurt."
Hope pushed him away in annoyance.
Waylon took a deep breath.
Hope immediately panicked, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you so hard."
Waylon curled his lips, "Not that fragile."
"How come you didn't let the doctor clean up your wounds at the hospital?"
"Didn't notice."
Alitzel Williams and the others came out from inside and saw Waylon Lewis topless in the broad daylight with injuries on his upper body, yet looking as if he had swallowed honey, gazing tenderly and smiling at Hope who was angry enough to have a dark face.
