“Sayang-” A cough broke through his words. One fist rested on his pursed lips, Klaus looked at the young woman standing beside his bed. “What are you doing?”
Her head tilted while her mouth pulled to a tiny pout as if he had asked such an idiotic question. “What does it look like I’m doing?” Left hand on her hip, Minori casually waved her right hand that had gripped a ladle. “I’m going to take good care of you.” Pout pulled to a soft smile, she breathed a stifled giggle to see hot heat tracing circles on his cheeks. “Just lie down and rest, alright? I’ll fix you some bouillabaisse.” Without waiting for a response, Minori spun her heel and began marching outside of the bedroom.
That is, until she felt her left wrist being gripped.