Yvette giggled instead of feeling embarrassed by my appeal. “Hahaha. You little pervert. I see you’re growing a pair.”
With folded arms, Yvette approached me. I forced a laugh.
“Ahem. Um… Yvette, I’m going to start now.”
Yvette uttered with a worried look on her face. “Careful, Flynn.”
“Sure.” I slowly cut into my skin with the dagger. Gritting my teeth, I began to slice off the infected flesh around the injury. Yvette covered her mouth in slow motion, trying her best not to make a sound so as not to startle me.
Meanwhile, my whole arm was covered in blood. It seemed my arm was numb. I could not feel a thing. After the last bit of flesh was cut, I tossed the dagger aside and picked up the vodka to pour on the wound. Compared to the earlier disinfection, I nearly lost my cool and screa
