I moved slightly out of his embrace and turned to look at my knee.
But with tearful eyes, I couldn't see clearly.
Daniel Carter looked down at me and actually smiled, "Still crying? Is it that terrifying?"
I hated him in my heart, hated him for putting me through such 'torture,' so I didn't want to pay attention to him.
He didn't mind and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to me, "Do you want to wipe it yourself, or should I help you?"
Pouting, I resentfully grabbed the handkerchief and wiped my tears.
Once I calmed down a bit, just as I wanted to push him away and pretend to be strong, the doctor came over again, "The needles need to be adjusted, don't worry, it won't hurt."
Watching the thin steel needles pulling at the swollen flesh, moving up and down in the doctor's hands, I instinctively felt fear and quickly turned to bury myself in his embrace again.
"Pain... Tss—"
Daniel Carter seemed to be laughing, as I noticed the vibration from his abdomen.
