My Sister Picked up the Male Lead - Chapter 16
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“Yes, I don’t avoid you. Though, I have no idea who ‘that person’ is. Are your memories coming back?”
“No. It was only a little. It went by in a flash.”
As we continued to hold hands, he took a step towards me and slowly lowered his head.
“… Can I touch you?”7
I slightly gulped and looked away. The tension in the air grew as he closed our distance, it felt as if a beast trapped me. Glancing at our intertwined hands, I opened my mouth.
“That’s why I said you should ask for permission before holding my hands…”
“I’m not talking about your hands.”
“What?”
“I said I wasn’t talking about your hands.”
His hands gently caressed my cheeks.
“Here.”
I took a step back when I felt his coarse fingertips touch my skin, but he took a step forward. Slowly, his hands traced down the lines of my cheeks before stopping.
“…Can I touch this?”6
He was talking about my lips.2
The moment I felt his trembling hands on my lips, I exclaimed in surprise.
“M-my lips, why would you want to touch my lips? N-no…”
Knox was holding me firmly in place, so I couldn’t move any further back. Instead, I covered my lips with the back of my hand and turned my head. If I didn’t block my lips, it felt like something bad would happen.2
But I could still feel his gaze, following my movements.
“Why my lips?”
“… If I can’t, what about your hair?”
“No. Why would you want to touch my hair?”
“Didn’t you say I could after asking for permission?”
I glanced at Knox from the corner of my eye and flinched. Wasn’t he too persistent? This was my body he was talking about. If I said no, it means no.
I was too flustered by this situation, that I had forgotten that Knox lacked common sense. This was why he was being so persistent. But it would be strange if I told him that I understood where he was coming from.
“That’s what I’m trying to say. Just because you asked for permission, doesn’t mean you’ll get it.”
Knox squinted his eyes. He looked a little dissatisfied, but he still let me go after squeezing me slightly.1
“… This is difficult.”
“People are originally difficult.”
“Why can’t it be easy?”
If people were so easy to understand, problems wouldn’t have existed.1
I shook my head at the thought.
“Just accept that it’s difficult. If you think about people more and become more careful around them, you’ll start to treasure them.”
“Were you trying to describe our relationship?”
“It’s nothing…”
Looking at his dripping sweat, I realised why this felt so familiar. His state was exactly like that time when we escaped from the Gllyluses.
I immediately touched his forehead.
“Don’t tell me you dealt with all those mercenaries while enduring this pain?”
“…”
Knox’s body felt as hot as a burning fireball. I couldn’t tell before because his fingertips didn’t feel that hot on my cheeks.
Once he leaned on me and started panting, I knew he was reaching his limit. He had been moving and enduring this pain until he reached his limit.
“What did I say!”
I shouted desperately.
“I-I already said that your fever was going to get worse.”
“You… did.”
“How reckless. I already told you not to. But why did you still move!”
“Just because… I couldn’t do anything else.”
Could the situation be resolved without Knox stepping in?
No, it wouldn’t have. He did not say anything wrong.
Despite that, I couldn’t help but anxiously bite my lips. I hurriedly shook off his hands and laid him flat on the ground. I’ll have to first bring down his fever.
“Wait here!”
I ran into the kitchen and brought back cool water and towels. I soaked the towels before placing one on his furrowed forehead and another on his body.
“Urgh…”
I flinched when I saw his bare chest filled with scars, but only for a moment as I continued with wiping down his body. This was not the time to care for such minuscule things.
In the meantime, Knox stared at me, with his unfocused eyes. His eyes opened for a while before closing them again.
“Reynok!”3
I may have been breathless but my mind was clear. And I realised it… clearly this time.
“… Was this because of me?”3
The body that turned into a child’s only in the morning and his unharmed figure.
I looked at the child, muttering wildly.