Peggy Lewis: "..."
She felt her nose getting warm.
"Do we have any medicine at home?" asked Lyke Zhekova.
"Yes, we do." Peggy Lewis handed him the ointment immediately, "You can apply it yourself."
Lyke Zhekova: "..."
This was not what he had planned.
"You're strong enough to change into your pajamas, right?" Peggy Lewis asked.
"Yes, don't worry," Lyke Zhekova nodded.
"Where do you keep your pajamas? I'll get them for you," Peggy Lewis offered.
"They're in the second drawer on the far left of my wardrobe," Lyke Zhekova replied.
Peggy Lewis went over and pulled out the drawer, to find Lyke Zhekova's pajamas neatly folded.
Lyke Zhekova did not like having strangers in his home.
He disliked it even more when unfamiliar people touched his clothes, let alone his intimate pajamas.
So, other than the housekeeper who came for routine cleaning, no one else was allowed.
These pajamas were all tidied up by Lyke Zhekova himself.
