Nina decided to take a softer approach.
"You shouldn't cut meat like that. It's so easy to slice your fingers. That must hurt."
Yanai waved it off carelessly. "It's nothing. For a male, this kind of injury is like being scratched by a feather. I wouldn't even lose a chunk of flesh. And even if I did, it would heal in no time."
He truly didn't mind—but Nina's concern stirred an unexpected warmth in his chest.
No one had ever cared whether he felt pain. Yet this little female worried that such a tiny cut might hurt him.
For the first time, he began to understand why Mino and Sal were drawn to her.
Lowering his gaze, an unconscious softness flickered in his eyes.
Nina, meanwhile, thought: I'm not worried about your flesh. I'm worried about mine.
She forced a small smile. "Let me teach you properly."
