Without thinking, I quickly grabbed the towel from Shelton's hand and hung it in front of me.
"Turn around and let me check your wound." He did treat me as a patient instead of a woman.
As he spoke, he was about to force me to turn around.
"No, thanks. I'm all right." I flushed. "You go out first. I'll go out after I wash my hair."
At that point, I didn't have the mood to take a shower.
"No." Shelton looked serious, and his eyes were full of worry. "Either I help you wash your hair, or you allow me to check your wound now."
In the small bathroom, the white fog rising from the hot water had almost dissipated. The more I thought about it, the shyer I became. But Shelton blocked me and did not intend to leave.
Watching my face getting redder and redder, he seemed to have finally realized what I was thinking. He quickly draped a big bath towel over my shoulders and said, "I'll get a chair for you. After that, I'll help you wash away the foam on your hair, and then you go out with me."
"Hum."
I quickly wrapped myself in the bath towel.
I felt a sense of security at once.
Shelton came in with a chair in hand and put my head on its back. He adjusted the water temperature and washed my hair little by little.
Since I faced upward, I saw his face.
His long and slender fingers swept across my hair. He looked quite serious.
It was not until he had almost finished that he realized that I was looking at him.
He looked at me and smiled. Then, his gaze moved to somewhere else...
That direction seemed to be where my...
I instantly realized that I hadn't put the bath towel high enough just now.
Sometimes, being half-naked might be the most fatally attractive.
I covered my chest quickly, and my face turned slightly red.
Shelton did not speak. He just finished washing my hair and took a towel to dry it.
"I'll do the rest." I took the towel.
"It's almost done. Come out putting on your pajamas. I'll wait for you outside."
After that, he turned around and went out.
I stood up quickly and touched the wound on the back of my waist. Because of its location, it didn't get too wet.
I put on my pajamas and went out.
Outside the bathroom, I saw Shelton holding a small medical kit in his hand. He said to me naturally, "Come to the bedroom."
As he spoke, he went into the bedroom.
At the sight of that, I was a bit flustered.
Hesitating for a moment, I followed him in.
In the bedroom, I saw him open the medical kit. There were gauze, ointment, and some other things inside. When he took out cotton swabs, I realized that I was oversensitive.
He patted the bed next to him and said, "Come here and lie prone."
"Alright."
I leaned over and lay prone obediently.
Shelton flipped up a corner of my pajamas with his warm fingers and exposed my wound in the air.
He dried it with cotton swabs and checked it carefully. After that, he said, "Luckily, the wound hasn't split open. Be careful next time. Otherwise, I won't allow you to take a bath alone."
Although his voice was gentle, it carried a hint of warning.
I knew that if something went wrong next time, he might really... help me bathe.
"Thank you. That's not gonna happen."
Embarrassed, I put down my pajamas and sat up.
I looked down and noticed that his arm was somewhat red. At first glance, I could tell that he scalded himself when he was turning off the sprinkler.
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