Daniel Cooper looked at the woman's flimsy dress and coaxed in a low voice, "The dress you're wearing is too thin; I'll take you to change out of it into something warmer before bringing you to the hospital. Hang in there, okay?"
"Take it off? Why do you want to take off my clothes?" she asked with her big, hazy eyes wide open, holding her face up and staring at him, "Only a bad guy would take off someone else's clothes."
Daniel Cooper, "..."
He pursed his lips and patiently corrected her, "Not take off clothes, change clothes."
"Oh, so do my clothes need to be taken off?"
He casually replied, "Of course, they have to be taken off; how else would you change?"
"So you still want to take off my clothes?!"
Daniel Cooper, "..."
A twitch formed between his eyebrows; he indeed very much wanted to, and furthermore, wanted to strip her clean and devour her.
But if that were the case, she would likely do more than just dislike him.
