"—Hiss." Nina winced as the tip of her finger was pricked, a bead of blood welling up.
"What happened? Did you poke your hand?"
Mino immediately took her finger to check. The moment he saw the blood, he didn't even think—he lifted her finger to his lips and gently sucked, his tongue softly brushing over the skin.
After drawing away the blood, he pulled her finger out, spotted the tiny wound, and gave it another careful lick.
A wave of tingling numbness spread through Nina's fingertip. She quickly pulled her hand back, her cheeks flushing. "O-Okay, that's enough."
Sal saw red.
He lunged forward and slashed Mino with a claw—Don't touch my little female!
Mino blocked instinctively, but a sharp scratch still appeared across the back of his hand, blood seeping out.
"Mino! Are you okay?" Nina grabbed his hand, her eyes full of worry. "You're bleeding."
She shot the little cat a glare, then said to Mino, "Wait here, I'll get some medicine."
