“God’s Armament is his...” Yves said awkwardly, “I underestimated him... Sweetheart, if you need weapons, why don’t you ask me? Why take from others?”
Isabelle replied, “The stuff is in Melfrey. If you’re not happy, blow it up.”
Seeing that Isabelle didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore, Yves began to fuss again, “Sweetheart, I’m not feeling well either.”
Isabelle asked, “Where does it hurt? I’ll give you a couple of needles.”
Yves answered, “Do I need to take off my clothes for the needles? My heart feels uncomfortable, a bit painful...” As he spoke, he had already taken off his jacket.
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