Chapter 1368: Chapter 1368: If I Can’t Find a Wife, Will You Be Responsible?
Clyde Sumrs already couldn’t feel the pain anymore.
His entire attention was on that hand, soft and small…
Without a trace, he held it, gently touched it, feeling its smooth texture. He secretly morized this sensation.
The girl didn’t notice, and let him sit down. She opened her own dical kit and concentrated on treating his wound seriously.
It was only then that Clyde noticed that she was carrying a heavy wooden box.
The box contained gauze, scissors, disinfectant, and so bottles and jars he didn’t recognize—quite complete.
“Are you studying dicine?” he asked.
The girl shook her head, carefully wiping the blood off his face with a cotton cloth, and answered softly, “My family runs a dical clinic, and I brought the box from ho, but I haven’t studied dicine.”
“Oh, you haven’t studied dicine, then if you treat like this and make it worse, what will happen?” Clyde tried to probe her.
The girl smiled slightly, “Don’t worry, I work as a nurse at Renford Hospital. While I can’t treat diseases, I do know how to handle simple wounds.”
“Oh, so you’re a nurse, an angel in white.” Clyde nodded, “No wonder you always wear white. The last ti I saw you, you were wearing a white dress too.”
She was stunned, “When have you seen ?”
Clyde didn’t answer, and continued, “Do you know that white clothes are particularly see-through? Especially in the sunlight, you can see very clearly.”
He lowered his eyes slightly, gesturing, “Look, your shoulder strap is light blue, isn’t it?”
Her fair, pink cheeks instantly flushed red, standing up in embarrassnt and anger, “What’s wrong with you? I was trying to help you…”
“You’re helping because your cat scratched , so you have to compensate .” Clyde interrupted her, sitting on the grass with a mischievous smile, “Hey, be reasonable. I didn’t even bla you, so why are you being fierce to ? Besides… seeing a shoulder strap is not my fault. You’re so close and your clothes are so sheer, how can I blindfold myself?”
She opened her mouth, not knowing how to retort, standing there blushing, glaring at him indignantly.
Clyde pointed at his face, “Only doing half? You’re an angel in white, have so compassion, won’t you? What if my face gets ruined? Will you take responsibility if I can’t get a wife in the future?”
She bit her lip, sullied for a mont, but eventually walked over to continue tending to Clyde’s wound.
Disinfecting, applying dicine, covering with a thin layer of gauze.
Still feeling angry inside, she packed up her dical kit, mumbling, “Your mouth is too wicked.”
Clyde chuckled, teasing her again, “Angel Sister, how old are you this year?”
She looked up at him, with a hint of playful amusent in her eyes, “Why should I tell you? You haven’t told how old you are.”
“I’m eighteen!” Clyde responded decisively, without missing a beat.
Her eyes twinkled with a richer smile, her tone drawn out, “Oh… so you’re eighteen, then you should call sister from now on!”
“No way!” Clyde said, “You must be younger than !”
“Why would I lie to you?” she said. “I just had my twentieth birthday last month.”
Clyde inwardly regretted, wishing he had claid to be older!
The girl picked up the dical kit and left. Though she looked delicate, surprisingly, she had so strength, carrying that wooden box without showing any fatigue.
Clyde stood up, brushed off the grass, and stretched his long legs to catch up.
“Angel Sister, where are you going?”
“I need to find my cat.”
“Angel Sister, let help you find it.”
She looked back at him, her face red, “You’re so annoying, can you stop calling Angel Sister all the ti?”
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