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"What are you doing?" Faye Owen had no idea why he was gazing at her so much that her back turned cold. She swatted away his outstretched 'predatory' fingers and said irritably, "Speak if you have something to say, don't touch me."
"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, I can take you to the hospital to get it checked out," Yves King said with a look of concern on his face. "If you're sick, you should get treatment early. You can't avoid the cure."
Faye Owen was laughing, a cold laugh. Her beautiful face was as cold as an ice cube. She brushed her slightly damp hair and tightened her bathrobe around her, folding her arms and said with a crooked smile, "Take off your clothes."
Yves King was stunned. He looked around and then forced a laugh, saying, "Faye, what are you doing?"
"Are you going to respect your brother's presence today?" Faye Owen glanced up and down at him with a serious expression, "Take off your clothes. I don't want to repeat myself a third time."
