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"I told you to take off your clothes!" I screamed angrily to Mino, who refused to comply with my orders. "No! Let me be the one to put that!" he sneered at me as he stepped away from me since he didn't want me to put the herb on him. "No! I'm not letting you do that! I'm the one who should put it!" I yelled angrily at him. Because of him, I'm losing my modesty.

"I can do it! Let me do it!" he replied as he averted himself since I was going to touch him. "You're wearing out my patience!" I grumbled, because I also needed to change my clothing because I was still wet. I couldn't take it any longer and put down the piece of wood that had acted as a container for my crushed flowers. I quickly used my speed to grasp him by the shoulder.

He immediately resisted as I began to remove his upper garment. "Let me go!" he exclaimed as he violently removed both of my hands. I quickly put it and attempted to remove his clothes again. "What the hell! You're a maniac! You're a maniac!" he yelled at me while resisting, but I didn't listen since I was losing temper.

"Don't wait for me to resort to violence!" I yelled angrily as I continued to strip off his clothes. "Isn't it already violence?" he asked bluntly, successfully releasing my hold once more. He quickly took a step away from me, and I growled again in frustration. How many times will I be upset today as a result of him?

As I glanced at him, I immediately felt the warmth in my eyes and noticed his pallor. "You truly irritate me!" I yelled forcefully to him, while he hurriedly hugged himself as if I was about to take advantage of him.

"You always make my blood boil!" I exclaimed angrily as he began backing away, as if he wanted to flee. He was ready to run a few seconds later when I caught up to him and ripped his clothes, causing it to split into two.

"What the heck!" he roared as he turned to face me, his crossed arms blocking his chest. "SIT!" I screamed loudly as he instantly sat down on the grass like a wolf being reprimanded by his master.

His eyes were still wide open as he stared at me, and he began to pale. "STAY!" I yelled, and he swiftly nodded like a terrified child. I grabbed the piece of wood with the crushed flowers as quickly as I could.

"BEHAVE!" I said angrily as I sat down in front of him. I was ready to rub the flower essence on him, but he just averted his trembling body.

I gave him a piercing look, my eyes lit up again, and he hurriedly swallowed and moved his body closer to me. It's a good thing he doesn't intend to irritate me again. "I'm simply going to cure you, and you're behaving like I'm going to rape you or something!" I said bitterly as I rubbed the crushed flower on his left chest.

"Es Yelem Esleh," I said softly in a prayer as the extract I was rubbing on him began to glow. As he peered at the luminous liquid, I could sense his surprise and astonishment. As my touch travelled to his stomach, I whispered another prayer.

I couldn't help but tremble as my finger brush with his muscular torso. Mino's physique is undeniably gorgeous, but I have no intention of pining after it. After a few seconds, he shifted his weight to the side he desired to be applied on. I'm not sure, but I smiled since he just wanted to make me upset, but he'll give in eventually.

I closed my eyes to recite the prayer because the bruise on his side was fairly large. Even though I had closed my eyes, I could feel the tremendous brightness of the flower essence. I moved with my eyes closed and lowered my finger slightly to cover everything.

"Ahm princess-" I opened my eyes as a result of Mino's quick remark, and I noticed his gaze drop to my hand that was rubbing his side. My eyes quickly opened, and I drew my hand away since my rub appeared to be falling on his...

I averted my gaze and felt my cheeks flush because if he hadn't intervened, my hand could have gone somewhere else. He blushed like if he, too, was embarrassed, but he breathed quietly as if he wanted to say something. "What about my back? Will you rub it one by one?" he said instantly, turning back slightly to show me.

I quickly noticed his numerous bruises, as well as a few marks on his stomach, chest, and sides. I can't seem to bear touching his body again since it might end up elsewhere. "Just a moment," I said quietly before standing up. I felt his gaze following me once more.

When I waved my hand again, a vine crept up and took more flowers. I took it right away, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy because I knew he was staring at me again. Because of the way he keeps looking at me, I appear to be having difficulty moving. Can he please quit staring at me? I am feeling something strange.

I instantly sat in front of him again, ignoring his stare. While I could still feel his stare, I began crushing the petals in the wooden vessel. Why am I embarrassed? I'm used to men staring at me, so why does he seem to influence my behavior and thoughts when I am around him?

I was crushing the flowers with a stone when I felt his hand suddenly lift, and I tensed and stared at him because his left hand touched my cheek.

What on earth is he doing? My chest beat immediately as a result of his palm lightly resting on my cheek while his fingers are lightly touching my ear. I noticed how concerned he looked at me. Something appears to be flowing in his palm, and I can feel that flowing to my rumbling chest. Could he please stop touching me?

"Oh no! It's already crumpled," he murmured as he carefully removed his palm from my cheek. Then I noticed the flower I had placed in my ear in his palm. "I caught it since it was about to fall," he said right away, perhaps anticipating my surprise at what he had done.

I just sat there staring at him because I didn't know what to say or do. "I'm going to replace this! You become furious right immediately!" he said in a panic as he picked a new flower that I hadn't crushed yet. I felt his fingers again as he delicately inserted another flower into my ear to replace the one he had captured earlier.

My lips parted as I stared at him, while he was busy fixing my hair so he could see the flower in my ear better. I appear deaf to the churning in my chest. He's so intent on fixing my hair that he doesn't seem to notice that my chest are as wild as they can be.

The frequent brush of his fingertips on my cheek made it difficult for me to breathe. He abruptly stopped what he was doing, most likely because he noticed me staring at him. "Oh! I'm sorry!" He quickly withdrew his hand away, as if he believed his touch might irritate me. I faked a cough and resumed bending down to smash the petals.

Vreihya, stop! Keep your emotions under control! He must fall in love with you not the other way around! Remember how much you despise their kind!