"Hey, Brother Asher..." Irene Morton approached Asher Land, "How do you solve your physiological needs? By hand?"
"Pfft..." As soon as Irene finished speaking, several maids nearby blushed, suppressing the urge to laugh.
"Even if I used my hand, I wouldn't use you." Asher Land said, preparing to close the door, but Irene's soft, boneless body gently squeezed in, pushing into his room.
"What do you want now?"
"Oh, nothing..." Irene shrugged, "I want you to help me apply some medicine, I'm not very mobile."
Asher Land's grip on the door handle tightened, hesitated for a moment but eventually let go.
Irene's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Asher Land fetched a bottle of purple-red medicine from the medical kit and took out a bag of cotton swabs. As he tore open the bag of swabs, he noticed Irene watching him, a trace of discomfort crossing his face.
"What are you standing there for? Take off your clothes." He said coldly.
