Bonnie's cheeks were flushed and her mind was buzzing.
To get naked in front of Sebastian, she really can't do it now!
So she rushed to the bathroom door, squirmed and looked at Sebastian who was preparing the hot water, "No really, I can do it myself!"
"How can I when my hands are hurt like that and I can't wring the towel at all?" Sebastian didn't give her a chance to refuse, like summoning a kitten, beckoning towards her, his voice low and husky, "Come here."
Bonnie still stubbornly stood still, her cheeks were so red that they were almost dripping blood, "There's really no need, I'll just screw it slowly and it'll be fine!"
Seeing this, Sebastian didn't bother to talk any more.
He got up straight away, walked over to Bonnie, carried her into the bathroom and sat her down on the chair next to the sink.
"Will you do it yourself or should I?" Sebastian asked out loud, holding the wrung out hot towel in his hand.
Bonnie bit her red lips tightly, knowing that she could not escape.
Twisted for a moment, only weakly spoke, "That ...... can, you close your eyes do not look at me."
A flash of suspicion crossed under Sebastian's eyes, "Why?"
What else could it be!
Bonnie was so anxious she was crying, "Close it or how else am I going to get undressed!"
In the bathroom, there was suddenly a silence.
It was only after a long time that Sebastian slowly lifted his thin lips, with a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth, "You think when I say I'm helping you, I'm helping you wipe your body?"
"Or what?" Bonnie flinched, confused.
Sebastian rubbed the broken hair at the corner of her forehead, "I'll wring the towel for you and you can wipe yourself."
After all, Bonnie only left hand injury can not get wet, with the right hand, you can still wipe yourself.
Hearing this, Bonnie instantly made a big red face.
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