Chapter 28: A Bit Dashing

At her words, I could not help glancing down. My torso was covered in small cuts, likely from glass shards, the kind that would fade soon enough. It did not look manly or irresistible the way Leila had claimed. If anything, it felt awkward. The stitched line across my abdomen, in particular, lay there like a thin little caterpillar. I gave a rueful smile. "Leila, you're teasing me on purpose, aren't you?" "Who's teasing you?" Leila laughed, wrung the towel out in warm water, and went on wiping...