Mika stared at Cecilia—at her blazing eyes, her aggressive posture, her finger pointed at his face like a sword—and he could only sigh.
This woman…
This woman was dangerous.
Not in a physical sense.
No, in the headache sense.
He leaned closer to Fauna, cupped his hand around her ear, and whispered with a voice full of exhausted disbelief:
"Fauna...are you sure that's the doctor you're so fond of? Because right now, she looks more like a patient who escaped from the mental asylum ward and stole a doctor's coat on her way out."
Fauna immediately slapped his chest lightly in protest.
"Mikaaaa! Don't say that about her!"
He blinked innocently.
"What? It's a reasonable question. She's pointing at me like she's about to exorcise a demon."
Fauna shook her head, sighing but smiling at the same time.
