Should he put on an act and keep touching a little longer? Just as Jiu Ming looked up and met Haruhi's increasingly hostile gaze, he decisively withdrew his hand. She wasn't some airheaded fool—if this went on too long, she would definitely spot the flaw. And then getting chased down and beaten by the whole group would be the least of it.
"Remember to strip naked and kneel on the ground in gratitude afterward." Jiu Ming rubbed his hands together and, before banishing his distracting thoughts, said maliciously.
Naturally, Mine shot him a vicious glare. What kind of thanks required that!?
"Mm, the leg bones are easier to deal with. They were only shattered by the residual force, and not as thoroughly as your upper body. Oh, have you noticed? Because your ribs are shattered, that nearly nonexistent chest of yours has become very uneven." After opening a Gap along her left leg, Jiu Ming suddenly said.
Mine's eyes flew wide. No way!? Compared to Sheele's indecent milk-load, her own chest had already been barren enough—had it been flattened completely now? She had stared at it for so long; how had she not noticed? Could her eyesight be failing?
Impossible. She practiced with guns every day—her eyesight was definitely not bad.
She stared fiercely at her chest in the mirror for a while. Whether it was an illusion or not, Mine felt that her chest really did seem a little uneven because of the damaged bones... The more she looked, the more it seemed so! Tch! Watching Mine sink into the issue of her deformed chest, Jiu Ming could not help curling his lip. It was practically as flat as a board already, yet she cared this much? Should he tell her that he had only said it to fool