Grabbed Lucille's Hand

Lucille yawned lazily. At this time, she was a little hungry and sleepy. Next to Joseph, he grabbed Lucille's hand as if no one was present. When he saw the red marks on her wrist, a trace of hostility flashed across his eyes. He then said, "I'll help you apply the medicine when we get back." "No need." Lucille leaned back on her seat and closed her eyes to rest. It was just a minor injury, and it didn't matter. "I'll be gone in two days." On this matter, Joseph was particularly persistent. His tone was almost irresistible. "No, I have to apply ointment." Lucille could not help but open her eyes and glare at him. Their eyes met and neither of them gave in. In the end, it was still Lucille who was defeated. She recalled the time when she was in the old residence of the Collins family. She had only been scratched by the wooden bridge on her feet, and he had wanted to press her down to wipe her wounds. "Okay, whatever you want." Anyway, she only needed to spend two minutes on him to apply