Elizabeth sighed, "Go to bed. You won't feel itchy anymore when you fall asleep."
James was so angry, "How can I fall asleep in this way?"
"Then who's the one to blame?"
"You..." James gritted his teeth, feeling like he had nothing to say.
Yes, who was the one to blame? He asked for it.
But had he done anything wrong? What's wrong with his wanting to be clean? Nobody wanted to be sweaty and smelly!
He knew that he shouldn't scratch the wounds, but he still felt so uncomfortable! He felt that there seemed to be countless ants crawling on his wounds, but he was controlled and couldn't scratch it. He would even feel better if he was punched by someone.
Alas! He couldn't feel more helpless and desperate!
"That is because I couldn't take a bath for a few days and I couldn't stand it any longer! I am so innocent, honey..." He softened his voice and said in a pettishly charming manner.
Although Elizabeth was worried about him, she held firm to her principles. She wouldn't let him scratch the wounds on his own, and she wouldn't do that for him.
"But didn't I wipe your body every day? Can't you
hold on for a few more days?"
"How could it be compared with taking a shower? I felt that I was smelly all over."
"That was your illusion."
"My nose is very sensitive. I think I was smelly."
"You are not a puppy."
"You know, I have a fetish about cleanliness and I couldn't stand it. I hadn't taken a bath for three days, which had reached my limits. I didn't dare to approach you in the last two days because I was afraid that you would dislike the smell on my body." Saying this, James moved closer to her and forced a smile, "Sniff the air. Now I am pleasant to smell and I feel refreshed."
Elizabeth snorted, "But your wounds have become inflamed."
Hearing this, James became a little angry, "So you're not going to scratch my wounds, right?"
Elizabeth sighed and then nodded solemnly, "Yes."
"Forget it! I knew that I couldn't count on you!" He glared at her madly, broke away from her hands, and wanted to scratch his back.
Elizabeth immediately grabbed his hand, "Can't you hold on for a few days? Why do you have to do this?"
"You would know how painful I am if you were me." James blinked his eyes and only wanted to squeeze a few tears. Unfortunately, he blinked so hard that his eyes turned sore, but he still had no tears.
"Just scratch it a few times, okay?" He tried to negotiate with her.
"No."
James almost wanted to die. Although it was not difficult for him to get rid of her again with his strength, he was afraid that she would be unhappy, so he had to ask again, "Just once?"
"No way!" Elizabeth refused firmly.
"You..." James took a deep breath, "They all said that you are kindhearted, but you are so hardhearted. I am almost dying of itch, but you don't even want to help me!¹¹
Elizabeth pursed her lips and turned to look at him helplessly, "It depends. Besides, who am I doing this for?"
"I know you're doing this for my own good." James said and smiled at her, "Anyway, it's for my own good. So can you help me scratch my back?"
This time, Elizabeth didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes quickly and refused him with her action!
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