Chapter 908: Chapter 908: My Left Leg Is Injured...
Then, without waiting for Arnold to say anything, Mark continued with playful stubbornness, "Unless you don’t want to help me, then nothing can be done, falling is just falling."
Arnold: "..."
"Ah!" Mark sighed, looking at Arnold, "Seems like there’s no choice, I’ll just have to wash myself."
Saying that, Mark sat up from the bed, dragging one leg, hopping and trying to make his way out.
Arnold quickly reached out to hold Mark, stopping him from hopping out while preventing him from falling.
Mark stopped in his tracks, looked at Arnold and asked, "What, are you going to help me wash?"
Faced with Mark’s stubborn insistence on showering, Arnold ultimately had no choice but to concede.
Arnold, who conceded, was clearly upset.
Her bright eyes glared at Mark, forcefully and irritably, she pushed Mark back onto the bed, "Wait here, I’ll fetch the water!"
With that, Arnold turned and left.
The conditions in the fishing village were limited, unlike in the city where there were dedicated bathrooms.
Arnold had been taking care of Mark here for the past half month, and before, she was also helping Mark wipe clean with water just like him. Later on, Arnold asked the fishermen to bring a large bathing tub from outside, which changed the routine of just wiping clean.
Now Arnold brought the large bathing tub into Mark’s room and filled it with water bucket by bucket.
After finishing all that, Arnold helped Mark up, guiding him to the edge of the tub...
Mark stood on one foot, waiting and looking at Arnold.
Arnold asked suspiciously, "What’s wrong?"
Mark looked at his clothes, "Aren’t you going to help me undress?"
Arnold refused, "You undress yourself!"
"Oh," Mark responded, starting to take off his clothes.
His long, elegant pianist’s hands fell on the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, revealing his strong, sexy, and well-toned bronze skin...
Facing this scene, Arnold wanted to look but felt embarrassed, yet worried about Mark possibly getting into trouble, she had no choice but to watch.
So the final result was that Arnold’s cheeks turned red, and her eyes wandered all over Mark.
Mark chuckled lightly, "Arnold, if you want to look, just look, no need to be shy."
"Who wants to look at you, I’m just afraid you might fall!" Arnold retorted.
"Alright, alright, you don’t want to look at me, you’re just afraid I’ll fall, okay?" Mark responded kindly.
While talking, Mark had already taken off his shirt.
Thinking she had built enough mental fortitude to face any situation, Arnold suddenly turned around, facing away from Mark, "You, you better wash yourself."
With that, Arnold stepped to leave.
However, just as Arnold lifted her foot to leave, a hot hand grabbed her wrist firmly, "Arnold, don’t go!"
"Remember, sooner or later we’ll be husband and wife, you’re mine and I’m yours. Anyway, you’ll see this body sooner or later, no need to be shy."
With that, Mark followed up by asking, "And leaving me alone, aren’t you afraid I’ll fall?"
Arnold didn’t dare turn back.
She felt as if her wrist, caught by Mark, was burning.
Being held by Mark like that, still facing away from him, Arnold murmured, "But we’re not husband and wife yet! As long as you’re careful, shouldn’t it be fine?"
"No, it won’t be fine," Mark confidently replied.
He looked down at the pants hanging on his injured left leg without any psychological pressure and spoke up, "My left leg is hurt, the pants got caught, if..."
Before Mark could finish speaking, Arnold hurriedly turned around.
Her gaze went directly down to look at Mark’s injured left leg, and it was indeed as Mark said, his trousers were hanging there.
"I’ve already told you not to shower now, but you insist!" Arnold grumbled dissatisfiedly, while gently removing the caught trousers.
As she moved, she lent her body temporarily to Mark, letting him lean on her.
After taking off the trousers, Arnold lowered her head, avoided looking at Mark, and spoke, "Well... maybe we shouldn’t take it off, just wash directly."
Mark feigned ignorance, "Which?"
Arnold gritted her teeth, "Laurant Foster!"
"Silly girl," Mark affectionately ruffled Arnold’s hair and then extended his slender hand, lifting Arnold’s little face so she could see him, "Didn’t I say, sooner or later we’ll be husband and wife, eventually we’ll have to see each other honestly!"
Arnold was forced to look at Mark, her face turning crimson, "Scoundrel, who wants to see you like that!"
Mark laughed, gave Arnold’s luscious lips a peck, "Of course it’s you, my future wife!"
And then, not waiting for Arnold to say anything, Mark added with a smile, "Considering how shy you are this time, I’ll let you off the hook, for now, I’ll just bear with it."
After saying that, Mark followed up with another sentence, "But only this once."
Arnold: "..."
What do you mean this time let her off the hook, he’s bearing it?
Clearly, she’s the one feeling aggrieved, right?
Though they had already established their relationship, and she’d decided she’s only going to marry him, still... is it really okay for him to bully her like this?
Mark watched Arnold with his mischievous eyes, softly spoke beside her ear, "Alright, help me into the tub now."
Arnold had no choice but to fix her gaze on a safe spot, avoiding with peripheral vision not to look at any inappropriate place, helping Mark settle into the bathtub.
No matter how Arnold concentrated her gaze on a safe spot, avoiding her peripheral vision, she still saw Mark’s strong physique, his tan skin... and his long, straight legs.
And because Mark’s left calf was inconvenient, while helping him sit in the tub, Arnold had to be careful not to hurt Mark’s leg.
Under such circumstances, Arnold could no longer focus her gaze on a safe spot, she had to face Mark directly, assisting him in adjusting his position in the tub...
Arnold held her breath nervously, her face, neck, and even her entire body flamed up red, her heart pounding as if it was about to leap out.
