"Hiss!"
Koneko knelt on the floor, taking a deep breath. She rolled up the sleeve of her left arm and applied medicine to her wound, wincing slightly from the pain.
Not far away, Arashi Hayata watched quietly and said, "This is very inconvenient. Don't you really need my help?"
"What kind of… lewd idea are you planning?"
Koneko's eyes sharpened, her delicate face showing a faint but undeniable sense of pressure.
Arashi Hayata waved his hands helplessly. "You're injured—what kind of image do you have of me?"
"Don't think I didn't see you replenishing your magic with Rias in the library," Koneko said, her gaze wary and cautious.
Arashi looked wronged. To be honest, he really didn't have anything else on his mind.
Staring for a moment, Koneko hesitated, then handed him the medicine. "Then I'll leave it to you."
Arashi Hayata took the medicine without hesitation and gently applied it to her arm. His movements were careful and attentive, and Koneko couldn't help but notice.
This guy… he's unexpectedly considerate.
But soon, Koneko's eyes narrowed again, and she gritted her teeth. "You… you're unbuttoning my shirt! You're really a perverted devil!"
"The wound is blocked," Arashi replied confidently.
Koneko glared at him, a mixture of shame and anger.
"Okay, don't look at me like that. I only like Rias's type," Arashi said with a faint smile. After finishing, he added, "Don't go back today. There's a place for you to stay here. I'm next door—just call me if you need anything."
After saying that, Arashi Hayata turned and walked out the door.
"Damn it!" Koneko muttered, watching him leave. She subconsciously looked down, thinking, There's indeed a big difference between him and Rias.