Amelia pursed her lips, thinking to herself it was already good enough to have picked up her life from the edge, and yet he was still preoccupied with taking a bath?
How particular.
Her fair face bore a serious expression as she spoke earnestly, "Mr. Cooper, your body is covered with wounds, and now you want to bathe? You might as well tear off the antibiotics and wait for the wounds to become infected—it would be less trouble."
The man seemed to seriously consider her words, then negotiated in a compromising tone, "Then it's okay to just wipe me down, right?"
Amelia bit her lip, knowing the man's obsession with cleanliness, and most importantly, she herself suffered from the same fixation, perfectly understanding what it would feel like to go without a bath for days.
So she softened her tone as well, saying, "Even if you are wiped down, it can only be a simple wipe on the areas without wounds."
The man immediately agreed, "Okay."
