"Joshua, you're hurting me." Victoria Carter leaned against his chest, noticing that a few strands of her hair had been pulled out by him, she spoke with some dissatisfaction.
Joshua Sulliven came back to his senses and said in a deep voice, "Hmm, you're pressing on my wound."
Victoria Carter quickly got up, her palm covering Joshua Sulliven's chest again: "Is it a gunshot wound? Why didn't you tell me?"
Joshua Sulliven glanced at her indifferently: "It's nothing."
But Victoria Carter, with furrowed eyebrows, insisted, reaching out to unbutton Joshua Sulliven's shirt: "Let me see if the wound has reopened."
Joshua Sulliven frowned slightly, seeming a bit annoyed, and simply pressed her back onto his shoulder and said flatly: "It's fine as long as you don't move around."
Upon hearing this, Victoria Carter gradually quieted down and stopped insisting.
Leaning on his shoulder, she felt a different sensation, as if just leaning on his shoulder gave her a sense of reliance.
