I was surprised and looked up at him, a little confused.

Seeing him stretch out his hand and pulled me, he gently removed the clothes on my wrist. Seeing the scratches, he frowned and said, "You didn't give it back?"

I nodded. "I did, but my nails were cut a few days ago, so it didn't hurt as much as hers does. So, I just pulled her hair a few times."

He looked at me with a bit of hate on his face and said, "You can't use your fists and feet without fingernails."

I smiled and looked at him and said, "I'm not a man. I use my hands...