Amelia looked up speechlessly at the man's sharp chin, saying, "Are we performing acrobatics? How am I supposed to wash in this position?"
With a beautiful, languid face, she looked at the man's semi-wet shirt and slightly messy black hair. Even in chaos, he still exuded a sense of gentle sternness.
He pursed his thin lips, his black eyes gazing at hers, "Didn't you say your leg was numb? This'll save you from moving it and crying out in pain."
Seeing a man being so careful in both his expressions and actions, Ruby knew he was probably speaking from the heart, but to others, it might sound like sarcasm.
She thought she had already thickened her nerves enough, but there actually were people lower than her in emotional sensitivity.
Amelia's face darkened, but she didn't say much and turned on the faucet.
As soon as she finished washing her hands and left the restroom, she heard the sound of footsteps. She looked up and saw her father walking in with Carl.
