You are sitting in your enemy's lap and he feels worried when he sees your wound. You let out a low groan as he tapped your arm, trying to clean up the blood “Be quiet… this might hurt.” He warned before he started pouring alcohol on your wound. You buried your face in his neck. While she began to writhe in pain in his embrace. He sighed when he looked at you in that state “Stop it.” Why does your enemy care about you like this?

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