Of course, she wouldn’t foolishly tell Twinkle all this, after all, he’s just a child, it’s not right for him to bear these things.
Jason Hawthorne suddenly said, "I want to wash my face."
Laura Quincy glanced at him, "Aren’t patients supposed to rest well?"
Jason lazily replied, "How can I rest without washing my face?"
Laura was just about to turn around when she heard the man add cheekily, "I also need to wipe my body."
Embarrassnt...
Laura’s face imdiately turned black, "Your wound is wrapped so tightly, it definitely can’t get wet!"
Jason pointed with his good left hand at his injured right hand, "Only this part can’t get wet, everywhere else is fine."
"Then you can use your left hand to wipe your body! After all, it’s not injured."
"Hmm? Didn’t you just promise to take care of ?"
The rising tone carried thick dissatisfaction, and Laura bit her lip. She clearly didn’t agree, but considering that the man was injured...
Forget it!
"Then take off your clothes yourself."
"One hand is inconvenient."
"..."
Emma! This difficult-to-please bastard!
With no choice, Laura had to go to the bathroom to bring a basin of hot water. When she unbuttoned his shirt, his intense gaze seed to bore into her face, making her wish she could cover his eyes with a cloth. The gaze was too fiery, putting her under pressure.
"Don’t look at like that."
"Then how should I look at you?"
"You could look elsewhere."
"I don’t like looking elsewhere."
"..."
Frustrated, Laura applied too much force, causing the buttons on his shirt to pop off. The crisp sound echoed in her ears, and she hastily bent down to pick it up, only to find it had bounced off sowhere unknown.
"Laura, are you really in such a hurry?"
Jason’s teasing words made Laura feel terribly embarrassed. How could she be so eager? Clearly, the buttons weren’t secure and fell off with a touch!
"Your own buttons weren’t solid."
"I feel like you deliberately pulled them off because you were in a hurry to take off my clothes."
"Bullshit! I...didn’t..."
The rest of her words got swallowed back because the man’s gaze was too terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her.
At that mont, Laura’s head buzzed like crazy.
Bastard man! He must be doing it on purpose!
And yet—
He even counter-teased, "Indeed anxious."
The man’s teasing voice made her even more embarrassed, and she hurriedly propped herself up, accidentally touching the small, soft area on his chest...
The touch was soft and elastic.
In a mont of absent-mindedness, she pinched it again. As she lifted her head, Jason’s dark eyes were ablaze with tiny flas, and her cheeks instantly flad red like an apple.
"I..."
Emma! It seed nothing she said could clear her of suspicion, and a thousand thoughts raced wildly through her mind...
Truly, no trouble cos if you don’t create it...
"Be good, I’ll satisfy you now."
Jason’s low, hoarse voice carried a devilish hint of ambiguity, and he directly wrapped his left arm around Laura’s waist...
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