Then, his entire body went rigid.
Charlotte Shaw's fist paused for a second, and a flicker of alarm went through her as she felt the change in Willow Quincy's body.
Willow was completely rigid, his even breathing turning heavy and ragged. At the same time, his right arm, draped over Charlotte, was twitching violently.
Charlotte's dark eyes shifted. Seeing the changes in his body, she started to suspect something.
To test her theory, she acted quickly, landing another punch on Willow's right arm.
"Ngh—"
Willow's pained, muffled groan confirmed Charlotte's suspicion in an instant.
"Willow, you have an injury on your arm, don't you?" she asked, her eyes narrowed.
Willow didn't hide it, admitting frankly, "Yes, I have an old injury on my arm."
"Hmph," Charlotte sneered, her voice laced with venom. "An old injury? Good. That makes me feel much better."
With that, she reached out and dug her fingers into the wound on Willow's arm.
"Argh—"
