When he left, Mia Ginger found it even harder to bear.
Koa Jackson lowered his eyes to scrutinize her, and she silently lowered her head again.
It seemed like a long time passed before she heard Koa Jackson let out an indistinct sigh, and then, a slight cooling sensation came from her burning neck.
Koa Jackson was very close to her, his fingertips touching her wound as he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Her skin was pale and very sensitive, scratched by nails, swelling on both sides and turning red, looking rather serious.
Mia Ginger felt stiff.
It was as if her hands were not her own, her feet were not her own, her neck stiffened, and it felt like he had cast a spell on her, freezing her heartbeat and rendering her immobile.
Koa Jackson's fingers were icy cold.
In the sweltering summer, the air conditioning inside could not compare to the coolness of his fingertips.
Like ice and snow.
