"It's uncomfortable with the blood on my body. It's not a comfortable feeling to have a wet boxer on. You should try it someday."
"So, you have the strength to talk?" I raise a brow at him.
"Please."
"No."
Having him half-naked is too much for my poor heart. How in this world did he expect me to remove his boxers?
My poor eyes are still in the recovering stage.
"I will do it myself, then." He slowly rose from the bed, and that caused more blood to seep from the wound by his side.
"Lie down there!" I stopped him from rising. "Do you want to kill yourself so badly you aren't concerned about your health?" I darkly glare at him.
"The boxer is making me uncomfortable. I need to be comfortable, so I can properly heal."
My brows furrowed at his words, "why do you need to be comfortable before you heal?"
This is my first time hearing something of this sort.
