Kyle was slightly embarrassed right now.
Inside his room, he was sitting on his bed, almost naked. An extremely beautiful woman was kneeling before him, her hand slowly cleaning his wound with careful precision.
His knee has been nearly scraped off, and the inner tissues are peeking out.
Truly, if any normal girl had seen this, they would have covered their eyes instantly. But not this woman. Yes, she was evidently concerned for him but she knew what would happen if she just sat there and sulked about it.
The medic had tied her hair in a rough bun so it would not hinder her work, but because of the haste, a few wild silvery strands had fallen over her forehead, giving her an allure he could hardly look away from.
Her lips were slightly parted as she blew over the wound every time she applied the antiseptic.
Going down, her white shirt accentuated her curves in the most dangerous way, especially when she leaned forward like that.
