184 Your hands are wayward

"Little lady, I don't want to tempt you in any way." Ren ignores the gun aimed at him and gathers the bloody cotton and bandages. Nina's gaze follows his movements. Why is he not afraid of her? She can kill him. She should just kill him. 

He washes his hand. "You should rest, Nina." 

"I am not resting." She spats out the words in anger.

"Why are you mad?" He looks at her with confusion. "I should be mad. You are still pointing the gun at me."

Did he forget what he said just a while ago? She points at the bed. "Sit down there."

"What if I don't?" Ren crosses his arms and looks at her without any fear. "What will you do?"

"I will either shoot or myself." She can't figure out why she's upset. The guy won't kiss her. He won't let her kiss him. He will shamelessly talk about another woman in front of her. 

"Do it then." Ren shrugs his shoulders. He doesn't want to die, but he won't let this woman use him to get Rie. "Kill me."