A white shirt, silver-gray casual pants, with sleeves rolled up to reveal a slightly thin forearm. A hand so fair and slender it could be mistaken for a woman's hand, the fingernails trimmed very clean.
At this moment, the beautiful hand was holding a small black plastic water bucket, while inside the bucket, a small creature was jumping around, splashing water that landed on his black leather shoes.
"What are you still standing there for?" Grandmother glared at Jaylene: "Hurry up and go to the kitchen to fetch a basin of water for Joseph to wash his hands? Can't you see there's mud on them?"
Joseph? Jaylene looked up at Joseph Thompson, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Joseph glanced at her and said calmly, "No need, I'll just go in and wash my hands myself."
Finishing his words, he put down the water bucket and walked past Jaylene directly to the adjacent kitchen area.
