Ashton Heath noticed her change and chuckled, "Are you really that afraid of me? I said I wouldn't touch you, and I won't. Even though I tired you out before, I let you rest for a long time this time. Is your body really that delicate, still not recovered?"
The soft little woman in his arms wriggled like a worm, turned her body to face him and said, "Yes, I'm delicate, and I'm still not recovered! I told you, don't even think about that thing until the wound on your hand has healed."
Ashton Heath raised his eyebrows and said with a helpless smile on his handsome face, "Baby, I think I told you that the wound on my hand has already healed. Even Denver Lancaster said that I can use this hand normally now. You don't trust me, but don't you trust Lancaster?"
Ashton stretched out his palm, which was already scarred and peeled, but had grown a new layer of skin. "If you still don't believe me, do you want to check now?"
