Just as the force of his teeth was about to pull the bandanna helplessly away—
“You bastard…!”
Jio quickly recovered from her shock.
Admittedly, the whole sequence of an injured man melting away and an even healthier version of the same man suddenly appearing was more than a little disorienting, but she couldn’t let herself get swept up like this.
Out of habit, she jerked one arm upward.
But—
“…! Ah!”
His grip clamped painfully tight around her forearm.
Jio let out an involuntary cry, her eyes widening.
He blocked me?
No.
More importantly—
‘He used force on me?’
On me?
The touch of the leather glove constricting her arm was cold.
The pressure of the solid body pinning her against the wall as if crushing her there was almost suffocating.
Whether she was confused or not, Jin Gyeoul’s eyes remained perfectly relaxed as he looked down at her.
“You have dreadful manners with those hands.”
“Let go.”
“And if I do? Proving yourself an ignorant pirate, aren’t you? Just where do you think you dare lay that hand?”
“It hurts. Let go!”
“Hmm?”
He had hardly applied any strength at all.
Thinking she was making quite a fuss, he crooked one eyebrow.
“I said let go. What are you doing now?”
“Shh. Stay still.”
The pirate coat that had been draped over Jio’s shoulders had already been lying on the ground for some time.
Still holding her arm,…