Probably because he saw that I was in a good mood, he raised his eyebrows and leaned in to kiss me. After that, he could only lie down and sleep because of his injured hand.
I was likewise tired. I couldn't keep my eyes open either and went to sleep.
Because of his injury, Hendrix found many tasks very inconvenient. Before I slept, I had planned to get up early to help him. But when I woke up the next day, he was already not in bed, and I heard some noise coming from the bathroom.
I quickly got up to check. He was struggling with a towel. From his intense frown and furrowed brows, I could tell he was extremely annoyed.
I swallowed my laughter and walked over to him. I took the towel from his hand, and chided, "I've told you, don't touch these when you're injured. Just call me if you need anything."
When he saw me, his brows relaxed slightly, "Did I wake you up?"
"No!" I shook out the towel and raised it to wipe his face. "I normally wake up at this time. Besides, my husband is injured. I have to get up early to
take care of him."
He leaned back against the sink, his head angled slightly for me to help him. He enjoyed my service and asked, "Are you going to take care of me today?"
I nodded and declared, "Of course!" I paused, "But if you want to go into the city, I can't go with you. I still have work to do in Lancille Village."
He nodded and said in a steady voice, "I won't go anywhere. I'll stay here!"
I nodded and finished helping him clean up. After a quick wash myself, I went back to my room to change my clothes. Since the weather was fair outside, and I didn't have much hands-on work to do, I put on a dress.
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