"Don't worry, I like you too."
His statement was very blunt and certain. I can't even find an opportunity to insert an opinion so I let it be.
Kazimir remained in that position for some time. But I'm slowly feeling uncomfortable because our position is a little tiring for me. I'm actually holding myself back so I won't fall straight to him.
"Kazimir. I'm hurting." Like an arrow that broke a clear mirror. The sensual atmosphere faded in an instant.
Kazimir's hand that was slowly combing my hair stopped and stiffened.
He let out a disappointed sigh before he softly released me from his hold.
I let out a soft, painful cry when he released my left hand.
Kazimir looked down, only to see my already bruised hand, shine with redness. You can already see a tinge of black, forming another
