"Wait."

Delilah looked down at his hand which was grabbing her wrist.

"Y-Yes?"

She asked shyly. He stood up. She did not look at him but looked at the floor while pushing her hair strands behind her hair. She was actually nervous.

She was not in her senses last night. But she remembered everything in the morning.

He made her sit down on the couch and went somewhere.

She looked perplexed. Where was he going?

He came back with a box from the kitchen. He took a box and put out an ointment, then gave it to her.

She took the ointment. She realized it was the ointment for bruises...