"Don't worry, I'm fine." Shane Winchester spoke again, reaching out to rub her head.
Riley Sully turned her head to dodge, but she directly started lifting his clothes as if she had to check his wound to be at ease.
"It's not a good look to strip your husband in the middle of the main street." Shane Winchester grabbed her small hand, stopping her actions, and spoke to her with a chuckle.
"The blood keeps flowing... Shane Winchester... you quickly..."
Riley Sully was a bit anxious because the bloodstain on his back had gradually expanded from the size of a bottle cap to the size of a fist, making it unavoidable to worry if the wound was still bleeding.
"So eager to take off my clothes?" Shane Winchester held her hand and spoke in a warm voice, gently comforting her, "Don't worry, I'll take it off for you to see at home."
