Her acting was too real, and Harry Hunter couldn't hold back, bursting out in laughter.
When he placed Isabella Weaver onto the bed, she nimbly jumped up before he even touched her shirt buttons, saying earnestly, "I'm injured! Mr. Hunter, please step back!"
Harry Hunter: "..." You are so agile and nimble, definitely don't look like someone injured!
"Oh, my hand hurts a bit!"
"Come over, I'll blow on it and it won't hurt anymore."
"Oh dear, I'm so badly injured, I shouldn't move, I need to rest properly!"
"Don't worry, you don't need to move, you just lie down obediently, leave the rest to me, come over!"
Isabella Weaver wasn't as thick-skinned as him, listening to his increasingly improper words, she jumped off the bed with a blush: "Not paying attention to you, I'm going to eat."
Harry Hunter laughed and followed behind. He was just teasing her, how could he possibly bully her when her hand was injured like that.
