Soleil’s POV
“YOU IDIOT! Ano bang ginawa mo roon? Bakit ka nandoon?! You can’t even hold a gun without your hands trembling!” I hissed, but I still managed to pull the towel from the car seat pocket and started applying pressure to his bleeding wound—a graze on the right side of his arm.
But instead of listening to me, I even heard him laugh.
“Ano ka ba, chikababes! Malayo ‘to sa bituka, hindi ko naman ‘to ikakamatay. Mas ikakamatay pa ng puso ko kung gan’yan ka sa kin. Ang keyring mo naman!” he said.
I pressed harder on his wound, making him grunt.
“You and your nonsense. Hindi nakakatuwa, at hindi mo dapat dinadaan sa biro ang daplis mo! You don’t even know how this can leave scars. Pagnasira ang kagwapuhan mo, anong ipagmamalaki mo sa akin?!” I exclaimed.
“So, inaamin mo na gwapo
