I got up and poured a glass of water. I then found a straw and inserted it into the glass.
Theo bit down on the straw and drank almost half a cup of water. Seeing that his lips were moist now, I said, "Don't drink too much."
He nodded.
I put the glass of water on the bedside table and sat down on the chair to look at him quietly. "Does your arm hurt?"
Theo gave a faint smile. "I'm glad you’re okay.”
This man really had a knack for making me cry with his first words upon waking up.
I looked at him and spoke in a hoarse voice, "Theo, you're simply a bastard."
Theo sighed lightly. "Don't worry, it's just a small injury. It'll get better after I recuperate."
I looked at him angrily, "What’s a major injury, then?”
How could this be a small injury? He did not take his life seriously at all.
He smiled slightly and said, "I'm thirsty again." I was tempted to be a vicious woman and let him die of thirst.
Though when I saw his gentle eyes, I still picked up the glass. I felt both heartbroken and uncomfortable inside as tears unconsciously hit the back of my hand.
He saw that and could not help but sigh softly. "Why d o you have so many tears? Women shouldn’t cry all the time because you’ll get ugly from crying for too long."
I glared at him and spoke in a choking voice, "I’m already disfigured. I can't be any uglier.
"I don't need you to sacrifice for me. I don’t appreciate i t at all when you do that."
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