Nina's face clouded with worry. "Is your injury acting up again?"
She glanced at Setan's exposed arms. The scars had faded slightly, but they definitely weren't healed. Then again, he had been kneeling on durians for the past few days, so he probably hadn't applied any medicine.
She looked up at him. "Come on, let's go back to the room. I'll help you apply the ointment."
Hearing her agree, Setan was overjoyed. "Mhm. Thank you, Nina."
The other beast husbands opened their mouths to speak but ultimately held their tongues. They actually wanted to suggest that any random male could help him, but they were worried Nina would think they were overly jealous.
Setan followed Nina back to his room.
"Take off your shirt so I can put it on for you," Nina said.
"Alright."
Setan pulled off his shirt, revealing a well-built torso covered in a crisscross of overlapping scars. A pang of heartache flashed in Nina's eyes.
How did he get so many injuries?
