Chapter 121 - Can I touch?

"Did your mom hate your dad?" Lena asked as she relaxed her head on her knees.

"My mom hated the Li family, but not my dad. Her love for him was bigger than the hate she had for him and his family. My father was never the perfect husband nor father, but his love for us was genuine. She never went and visit my grandparents, only once a year for my grandmother's birthday. After all, she is the Madam Li and she needs to hold her title."

There was a long pause of silence before Lena started hiccuping. But even so, both of them said nothing and just listened to Lena's soft hiccups. Kris could see her long dark hair, reflecting off the moon light.

When Lena first came in the room to bring him dinner, the sun was still up. With the windows wide opened, he didn't turn on any lights. He realized now that the both of them were sitting in the dark room and the only source of light was coming from outside.

"I was a bad girl too…" Lena held her breath in for a long time to get rid of the hiccups. She took a deep breath. "In high school, there was girl who was Andy's partner for a reading project. In the past, I made sure all of his partners were men but somehow this one slipped through. I threatened and bully the girl to the extent she committed suicide, but she didn't die."

Lena coughed and then started crying. "Wahhh… I was a good girl... a very good girl in my past life and now I live like this! The gods hate me. I only ask for a handsome second lead to love me. It's not so hard to ask for that! Is it because I asked for Gary to wake up first? Wahhh.. I will single for life!"

Kris was confused about Lena's rambling. He let her continue though, knowing that the girl was fully out of her mind. Her hiccups came back and she stopped crying. "This is pretty crying okay? You have not seen ugly crying yet!" Lena wiped her tears and Kris smiled at the comment.

Again there was a long silence. Lena kept mumbling to herself while Kris just stared out the window. It was almost a full moon tonight. The night was very bright. He felt more relieved talking to Lena although he does not know if she will remember this tomorrow. Will he have to tell her again?

"Can I see it?" Lena looked at Kris, who turned to look at her.

"Huh?"

Lena and Kris were sitting on the same sofa. Lena went on all fours and crawled on the sofa to Kris. "I want to see it." She went and grabbed Kris' shirt and slightly pulled it up before Kris stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to see it. The scar."

The scar. For a while there, Kris was very concerned about what she wanted to see. Lena sat back up, sitting her butt on her legs, like a puppy waiting for its master to pet it.

Kris sighed. He stood up and took off his shirt. He pointed to the scar on his lower left abdomen. "It used to be smaller, but I got stabbed here once again later."

Lena brought her head closer to get a good stare at the scar. She hiccuped. "It's f**ken ugly!" Kris stared down her head. Lena raised her arm and put her hand in front of the scar. "Can I touch?"

Without even approving, Lena touched it. First, she poked on it like it was some exotic species, then she gently placed her entire hand on it. Kris could feel her warm hand on his cold body. It sent a warm tingle throughout his body.

"Does it hurt?" Lena asked, still rubbing her hand on the scar.

"No. Pain is just an emotion in the brain. I might feel it at first, but I already learned how to avoid the pain, hiding it away."

Lena stood up, standing in front of Kris. "Sorry I was rude. You can see mine too."

"What? I don't want --"

Lena lifted her shirt up a bit but Kris grabbed her hands to stop and pulled the shirt back down. "I don't need to see it."

"But, mine's pretty. You need to see it!"

"I really don't want to see it."

"Are you calling it ugly too?! No it's pretty, I promise!"

"Ugh…" Kris was trying to respect her. He quickly flipped the bottom of her shirt up and back down. "I saw it. Done." He did not even see it but hopefully, that will make Lena happy.

"See? It's pretty."

"Yeah.. it's pretty." Kris played along.

Lena smiled at him. She pointed her finger up to Kris' chest and touched it. "What this scar?"

"A gunshot."

"How did you get it?" She was still poking it.

"Infiltrating a Russian enemy. It was the bullet I blocked for Keso."

"Ok.. how about this one?"

Lena continued to point to all of the scars that Kris had on his front and back. He told her how he got every single one of them. Kris was getting tired from all the talking though. Lena went a full 360 degree around him. Now, she was facing his front again where she started. She pointed her finger back on the first gunshot scar.

"I like this one the most. I will call it Russo. Or should I call it Keso after Keso? NO.... I like Russo better. Hello, Russo!" Lena bent her head down and smacked her lips on the scar. She gave it a long kiss and lifted her head back up. Kris stood still like a robot. Lena smiled up to the man and his shocked face. "Mom says that kissing it will make it ALLLL better." She patted the spot she kissed on.

"Hmm?" Kris did not hear what she said. He was focused on her luscious lips that just left his bare chest. Her cheeks were still flushed pink and her eyes sparkled like the night sky. He kept his eyes on her without blinking.

"Mom says that kissing will make it all better."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I ---"

Kris stretched out his long arms and put his hand on the back of Lena's head. He pushed his hand toward him and bent down to kiss her.