Chapter 41 Can you speak properly?
Isabelle glanced at Henry and said, "What are you pretending for? You're just a little criminal. When I was in college, you were still in jail! Just pee if you need to, why bother with all this nonsense? Which one of your little hands is tied? Let me help you!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Isabelle's pretty face turned red. She had blurted it out without thinking, and now she realized what she had actually said.
Henry, not as quick-witted as Isabelle, asked in confusion, "You went to college?"
"Of course! I've been out of college for two years now."
"Then why..."
"Do you still think I'm some gangster girl? You've been poisoned by your sister-in-law. Don't be fooled by her appearance. She's actually quite dull. Does she look anything like a university teacher? If our university teachers looked like her, the whole school would be in chaos with her swaying little butt!"
She didn't look anything like a college girl, more like a gangster girl, and not even a decent one at that. She was no different from those village girls who gossiped about their intimate affairs.
Henry remained composed on the surface, but in his mind, he shook his head. After four years of college, this girl had wasted her time. She had no qualities of a university student.
Little did he know that Isabelle, who had been unemployed for over two years, had found herself a boyfriend who liked to fool around. When she felt down, she would chat with all kinds of people online, completely influenced by them.
But on the other hand, the fact that she was still a virgin two years after graduating from college showed that she was a girl who kept herself pure.
Isabelle looked around and couldn't find a chamber pot. She went to the nurse's station, where she was told that plastic urinals were sold at the counter in the lobby on the first floor, and there would be someone there 24 hours a day.
Isabelle went to the first floor and realized that there seemed to be nothing in the ward. She immediately bought a bottle of water, a basin, a towel, toothpaste, a toothbrush, a bar of soap, and a urinal. She carried a bunch of things in her hands and complained as soon as she entered the room, "I'm telling you, is your sister-in-law even a woman? Why didn't she prepare anything for you?"
After saying that, she threw the other things on the ground and walked to the bed with the urinal in her hand.
Henry said awkwardly, "Should we call the nurse?"
"Call the nurse? Let me tell you, there's not a single nurse in the hospital who looks better than me. You should consider yourself lucky to be taken care of by such a beautiful woman. You're just an ungrateful little brat," Isabelle said.
Henry tried his best not to laugh because it hurt all over.
Isabelle handed him the urinal and explained, "If my hand could move, I wouldn't have thought of calling the nurse."
"What? Do you want me to do it for you?" Henry couldn't help but laugh at her, but then he grimaced in pain.
"Even in this condition, you still want to take advantage of me," Isabelle said as she reached out and pulled back the blanket. When she saw Henry's body, her face turned crimson.
Seeing her reaction, Henry realized that she didn't seem like the gangster girl she portrayed. She was more like a naive girl who hadn't seen much of the world.
When Isabelle noticed Henry staring at her, she gave him a cold look and said, "What are you looking at? Don't overthink it. I'm just repaying a favor."
With that, she closed her eyes and reached out to pull down Henry's shorts.
Little did she know that the more she tried to avoid it, the more she touched the wrong places.
Isabelle opened her eyes, her face flushed, and she scolded Henry, "You're still being a pervert in this condition?"
Henry looked at her, completely puzzled, and thought, "I didn't even move, how am I being a pervert?"
But then he thought that Isabelle was just trying to save face, so there was no need to argue.
Isabelle pouted, and this time, with some experience, she first placed her hand on Henry's waist and then aimed the urinal at the right spot.
As she reached out to move his pants, she closed her eyes. After moving them down, she positioned the urinal and asked, "Is it in the right place?"
He had never seen such a beautiful and silly girl who spoke like a gangster. She had completely captivated him.
Henry smirked slightly and said, "It's in the right place."
Isabelle still had her eyes closed and said, "Then why are you dawdling? Hurry up and pee!"
"I... I can't pee."
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