Tiana Thorne pressed her lips together and looked at his arm, her pretty foxy eyes moved gently, "Is Fourth Master's hand better now?"
Jesse Rivers pondered whether he should quietly leave now?
After all, in a while there might be a scene because of the injection, with blood splattering, rather terrifying.
"No." Aiden Shaw's voice was still clear and cold.
Tiana Thorne: "..."
So her massaging him all night last night was for nothing.
She smiled sweetly and curled her lips, her obedient voice carrying a hint of mockery, "Fourth Master, being so busy every day, coming and going, it's naturally hard to recover. It seems you have a dream of becoming a paralympic athlete."
