Claire Wentworth thought that Alexandre Montfort must be a little clay figurine personally crafted by Nüwa. Otherwise, how could he be so perfect?
While she was lost in these musings, Alexandre Montfort suddenly let out a groan. Claire Wentworth's mind snapped back to the present. Unconsciously, she had pressed on his injured spot.
Claire Wentworth felt the abnormality beneath her fingertips. "It's going to hurt a bit now. You don't have to hold back." Alexandre Montfort's face flushed instantly. What kind of image would it be for a grown man to be groaning just because a young girl had pressed him a few times?
"Just shout if you want to!" Seeing him sweating profusely from suppressing the pain, Claire Wentworth kindly advised. Alexandre Montfort replied, "Walls have ears!" "Huh?" Clair
