Seeing Charles White's face turn dark, she thought he was going to hit her, so she lowered her head and prepared to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain.
"Don't move!" Charles suddenly spoke up, Zoe Yale was startled by his outburst, and as her pale fingers touched the shards, a shallow cut opened at the tip of her finger…
Charles's pupils tightened, as he pulled her up from the ground, and without thinking, he took her finger into his mouth.
"…" Zoe hadn't even had the chance to cry out in pain when she was shocked by his actions; for a long time, she just stared with wide eyes at Charles, who was trying to stop the bleeding on her wound.
Feeling the concern in the depth of his eyes, she felt a warmth in her heart.
"Charles, I'm fine." It was just a little bit of blood; she wasn't that delicate.
