"What are you thinking about again?" Gavin Graves was both amused and exasperated, "You're injured and in the hospital. How could I mess around?"
Cherry furrowed her brows, speaking seriously, "My hand is injured, but everything else is perfectly fine."
Gavin didn't know how to explain.
Even if it's just a hand injury, hospital stays require proper rest. That's common sense. How could we fool around?
But the more Cherry thought about it, the more emotional she became, almost in tears, "Do you... do you think I've become ugly with one less hand? Are you not interested in me anymore? Are you rejecting me?"
Seeing her emotions rising, Gavin hurriedly increased the speed of washing her, getting her all clean, then wrapped her in a towel and carried her out, tucking her into the covers.
Her skin, fresh from the bath, was a rosy white, and her eyes were moist, the deep black pupils reflecting his face, filled with unsaid grievances and sadness.
