Harvey’s expression worsened.

“Why are you doing that? What are you trying to say here?” he asked.

“Do I look like the kind of person who wants that to happen to you?”

“Aren’t you supposed to heal me?” Arlet shot back.

A timid expression colored her face.

“I’m ready for you to hit me however you want!”

“You can do whatever you want as long as I’m healed!”

“I like it when you hit harder!”

“You…” Harvey was startled.

“You’re not actually a masochist, are you?”

Harvey stared at her with