"Then I won't walk, since I have you to carry me," Amanda said as she pounced onto Lucas's shoulder.
Lucas carried her upstairs and into the bathroom, then gently set her down on a chair inside.
Amanda asked with a smile, "Are we taking a lover's bath in broad daylight?"
Previously, Lucas loved to bathe with her; it was one of his great passions in life.
"Your thoughts are becoming less and less pure," Lucas commanded, "Sit still and don't move."
He fetched a towel, dampened it with warm water, then knelt in front of Amanda, lifted her ankle, and gently cleaned her wound.
"Does it hurt?" Lucas asked.
"It doesn't hurt," Amanda shook her head, her eyes and brows smiling.
The sole of her foot had just been scraped by a stone; there really wasn't any serious wound.
Even if there had been a serious wound, seeing the gentle Lucas before her, she wouldn't have felt any pain.
Lucas focused intently on Amanda's foot, his movements extremely gentle and cautious.