Afraid he might rush out and do something in front of all these people, Summer Sutton ran quickly, thumping out of the room.
When Watt Bennet came out, she was washing her face in a corner of the courtyard.
The water on the mountain wasn't very convenient; the water for washing faces was mountain stream water drained through bamboo pipes.
Summer Sutton was quite used to this kind of environment; she quickly washed her face and looked at him beside her, "Do you want to wash up?"
Watt Bennet just stood there, not speaking.
Summer Sutton gave him some of the space she was standing on, "Here."
Watt Bennet still merely looked at her gloomily, without saying a word.
Without much thought, Summer Sutton soaked the towel in water and wiped it onto his face.
Watt Bennet was at least a head taller than her, so she had to stand on tiptoe to conveniently wipe his face.
Her soft hand gently wiped over his face, and Summer Sutton was very attentive.
