NovelEnglishChapter 92 Although they'd only met a handful of times, Sebastian couldn't help but laugh at himself for looking so pitiful.
Citrine, walking ahead, heard his stifled chuckle and stopped in her tracks.
"What's so funny?" she asked, turning to Sebastian with a puzzled expression.
"You look kind of cute when you're annoyed," Sebastian replied, and for reasons he couldn't explain, he felt unexpectedly cheerful.
"I'm not annoyed," Citrine mumbled, her voice shrinking as she remembered her own reaction just moments ago. She sounded less sure of herself.
Sebastian grinned, teasing, "Really? You hadscared for a second there." Citrine, taking his words at face value, grew a little embarrassed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut after a moment's thought, she decided she hadn't done anything wrong. She shifted the blright back to him. "Well, I don't usually act like that. You were just being impossible." "Alright, alright, it's my fault," Sebastian said, still amused. Somehow, the burns stinging his arm and stomach didn't hurt quite as much anymore.
Soon enough, they arrived at the clinic.
"Is that a burn?" The female doctor immediately noticed the angry red mark on Sebastian's arm.
Citrine nodded and named a specific burn ointment. The doctor quickly fetched it from behind the counter.
She glanced at Citrine, her voice warm with praise. "You certainly know your stuff, young lady. That ointment's a specialty-we have it shipped in from out of town, costs a small fortune, but it works wonders. You won't find it at just any pharmacy." Citrine shrugged modestly. "I just heard about it from someone." Privately, she thought: Of course it works—it's from my own company.
As they were about to leave, the doctor called after them. Citrine turned and met her gentle gaze.
"Sweetheart, just a heads up-that ointment stings when you put it on. Be gentle with your boyfriend, alright?" At the word "boyfriend," Sebastian's ears instantly flushed red.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Citrine beat him to it. "He's not my boyfriend," she said calmly.
Her eyes were steady, her face impassive, as if she were making a solemn declaration before a jury. Sebastian pressed his lips together, a flicker of disappointment crossing his eyes before he could hide it.
"Oh! My mistake, I'm so sorry," the doctor apologized, looking genuinely surprised —and just a little regretful— that these two attractive young people weren't actually a couple.
Once they'd bought the ointment, Citrine grabbed Sebastian by the arm and hurried him out of the pharmacy. Outside, neither of them mentioned what had just happened.
They walked in silence for a while, then found a quiet bench tucked away from the main path and sat down.
Citrine hadn't forgotten about his injury. She reached for Sebastian's arm without hesitation.
"This might sting a little. Try to bear it," she warned.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith that, she squeezed sointment onto her fingertip and gently dabbed it across his burn, spreading it in careful, even strokes.
Sebastian bit down hard, forcing himself to endure the pain. He hadn't expected the ointment to burn so mych, and more than once, he couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt. At last, she finished treating his arm.
"Lift your shirt," Citrine said, her gaze dropping to his abdomen before glancing up at him, as if seeking his permission.
Her look made him flush. He glanced away, but obediently pulled up his shirt.
Earlier, everything had been too rushed for Citrine to notice, but now she got a good look at the chiseled muscles of his stomach He'd always looked slim in his clothes; she hadn't expected the body of an athlete-practically a wild animal- hidden underneath. It was unexpectedly sexy.
For a moment, Citrine felt self-conscious. She quickly applied the ointment, then tugged his shirt E back down, a little flustered herself.
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