Chapter 33 Let’s Sleep Together

Freya pressed her lips together. "You're gripping me too tightly! It hurts!." In response, Bradley loosened his hold slightly, noticing the red marks left by his grasp on her ankle. He realized she was susceptible to leaving scars from such marks and immediately regretted being too rough with her. Grabbing the disinfectant, Freya sprayed it on the wound and let out a gasp. "Ouch! It stung!" she thought. She felt like pouring salt on her wound. Observing her furrowed brow, Bradley unexpectedly felt sympathy. He reached out and gently touched the injured area, leaning down to blow on it. The warmth of his breath mixed with the pleasant scent of mint, causing a tingling sensation that made Freya involuntarily curl her toes. She stared at Bradley's gentle demeanor, feeling a warm wave flow through her, melting her icy heart. It reminded her of how, as a child, she would fall and hurt herself, and her mother would always blow on her wounds to make them feel less painful. Raising