Ingrid's POV

"Come here," Indigo signaled to me. He even managed to get the comb out of my bag. He slowly combed my hair.

"Ouch, take it easy!" I complained to him.

"Right, fight some more," he sarcastically said, still shaking his head to me.

"Wow, ah, you didn't even stop me!" I said. He is now slowly combing me.

“It's fine, I'm ready to comb you afterward. What's wrong is this.” He frowned as he touched my chin to see some scratches on my face. He immediately looked angry as he look at it. Instead of going home immediately, we went to his apartment because he wanted to treat...