When Joseph wiped her hand, she frowned as soon as he touched her arm. He looked up at her, and she smiled at him.
Instead of being lured by the woman, he asked, "What's wrong with your arm?"
"Nothing." Irish heard him talking to her, feeling no pain, only joy.
At the same time, he took her arm and pulled up her pajama sleeves, and his eyebrows frowned. Irish saw that his expression was scared. She looked at her elbow, red and swollen. How did that happen?
"Nothing?" Joseph slightly raised his voice.
"Ah."
"Where else does it hurt?"
Irish thought for a long time and shook her head at him.
He stopped believing what she said and said, "Take off your clothes."
"Huh?"
"Take them off at once!" He said, like an adult scolding a child.
