"Yigol Foster."
Yigol Foster slowly stood up, looking at her amusedly, and said, "I was just asking if you want to take a bath. Otherwise, how are you going to deal with getting the bed dirty again with your blood-stained clothes? What were you thinking? Getting all puffed up like that?"
She couldn't move.
She must take a bath?
What did you say she was thinking about?
Coward Yigol Pay was simply full of mischief, and that smile of his was even worse, utterly devious.
Lucas tilted her head and stopped talking to him.
In fact, she was also a person with a fascination for cleanliness and couldn't stand the smell of blood on her. Once she had a little more strength, she would crawl to the bathroom and take a bath herself if necessary.
"Alright, let me help you, Coward Yigol Pay," he said.
"Yigol Foster, you dare!" Lucas bristled again.
"Coward Yigol Pay here is just helping you bathe, what's there to dare? What do you think I'm going to do?"
