Crossley Gibson held back her laughter, pretending to be innocent.
"You..." Emma Benson was at a loss for words. Indeed, although Crossley hadn't said it outright, everyone could understand the implication: if the wound tears open, they would have to wait a while before they could engage in, you know, intimate activities again.
She's not an idiot. She quite understands this!
"Enough, enough, I'm not going to argue with you!" Knowing she couldn't win the quarrel, Crossley Gibson was fearless in this area, thanks to the personality she developed when she was an assassin. She could say anything without hesitation, and no regular woman was her match.
"It's not about arguing, it's the truth. Let me tell you..." Crossley Gibson leaned in, her lips close to Emma's ear, murmuring something unknown, and when she stood up, Emma's cheeks turned even redder, too embarrassed to utter a word.
