Chapter 78
"I think I can handle it myself," I said, feeling a bit awkward.
"It's okay. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in this fix," Lillian said confidently. "I'm a girl and not afraid, so why should you be?"
Hearing this, I decided not to put on airs either. Heck, I was a grown man, not at any disadvantage here.
Getting off the bed, she supported the IV pole with one hand and helped me with the other.
I chuckled and said, "It's my hand that's injured, not my foot."
"Oh, I was worried about you losing too much blood and feeling dizzy," she explained, her fair face blushing.
The young girl must have gathered a lot of courage to do this. I didn't say anything more and followed her into the bathroom. She reached out her hand and started fumbling in front of me.
"Oh, it's cinched up tight," she remarked, blushing deeply.
"It's hard to untie with just one hand. Wait a moment!" Lillian said and hung the IV bag on the side. The upscale ward even had IV poles in the bathroom.
Then, she squatted in front of me, very close, and began to help me with my belt.
Perhaps due to nervousness, she struggled for a minute without success, her delicate hands occasionally brushing against...
I was in urgent need of pee, with no romantic thoughts in my mind. Her accidental touches, however, made me erect.
Damn, can I even pee in the toilet like this?
She seemed to sense the change, too, her ears turning red. The atmosphere in the bathroom became tense yet oddly intimate.
After two minutes of struggle, she finally undid the belt. Looking up at me, she said, "Let me help you with that."
From that angle, in that position, it was almost seductive.
That cherry-like mouth of hers made me want...
I nodded, and she stood up, slightly bending over, closing her eyes as she pulled down my pants.
As the restraint was released, there was a moment of respect, even a slight slap on her hand. She exclaimed and quickly withdrew her hand, leaving me feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Alright, all done," she said, standing up, her face blushing, turning away. "Call me when you're finished."
A young maiden standing by my side, how could I possibly pee?
"Um... could you step out for a moment? I'm feeling a bit nervous," I requested.
She didn't say a word; she just nodded quickly and walked to the door. I could clearly hear her sigh of relief.
It took a good one or two minutes before I could relax.
"Are you done? I'm coming in!" she announced, blushing as she entered.
"I can manage on my own," I assured her.
"It's fine," she closed her eyes and helped me pull up my pants.
The whole process took five minutes, but those five minutes were a mix of sensual and tense.
Back on the bed, seeing her look a bit tired, I suggested, "It's late. Why don't you rest for a while?"
She had been by my side from afternoon until early morning, a wealthy girl who was surprisingly responsible.
"This is the last bottle. Once it's done dripping, I'll lie down over there," she said and pointed to the nearby recliner.
The room was a bit chilly, and the patient was without a blanket, risking a cold. "Go ask the nurse for a blanket," I instructed.
She nodded, "I'll do it later."
Twenty minutes later, as the IV drip finished, the night nurse came to remove the needle. I asked for a blanket, but the nurse apologized, "I'm sorry, the hygiene department has taken all the blankets for disinfection today, and they haven't been returned yet. So, there are no spare blankets in the storeroom."
Well, that was a bummer.
"It's okay. I'll manage for now. It's only a few hours until dawn," Lillian replied.
"You've had a rough day too. How about this? The hospital bed is big enough. If you don't mind, you can come up here, and I'll sleep at the foot of the bed," I suggested.
I moved to the foot of the bed, and she hesitated, "Oh, I really don't mind."
"You look exhausted. Come on. The bed is spacious, so we won't be cramped," I encouraged her.
Seeing my determination, she blushed and nodded, "Okay then."
I didn't think much of it, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
In the dead of night, half-asleep, I suddenly felt something extra in my embrace.
I reached out and found it was a pair of feet.
Damn, why did she put her feet on me?
I was afraid she might kick my injured hand, so I moved her feet aside.
But soon enough, her feet came back, almost hitting my face.
She was a restless sleeper.
I gently called out to her a few times, realizing she was deeply asleep and couldn't be woken up. My heart softened, thinking she must be exhausted from taking care of me all day.
She was a young lady from a wealthy family, yet she had been so attentive. I covered her with the blanket, and at that moment, I saw her smooth legs and even her white cotton pants.
That moment made me lose my composure.
Don't look where you shouldn't!
I quickly covered her with the blanket, but the images kept replaying in my mind.
'Why are you wearing a dress?' I signed in my mind.
Just as I lay down, the girl's feet found their way back onto me.
Damn, you brought this upon yourself.
I swallowed hard, pretending casually to hold her foot.
Luckily, there was no funky smell, and her skin felt clean and smooth to the touch.
My heart raced with excitement.
Starting from the sole of her foot, then her ankle, moving up her calf...
I was excited but dared not make any sudden moves. After reaching her knee, I slowed down, pretending to be asleep, pausing for a moment before continuing.
I even made snoring sounds.
I admit I was wicked, feeling like a wolf preying on a little rabbit.
But in my mind, all I could see was Nicholas tearing her clothes apart.
I tried to convince myself that I was asleep...
After a while, I was about to cross the line and venture into forbidden territory. That was when the most intense struggle took place in my mind.
Advance or retreat!
I cursed myself inwardly, a beast preying on a kind girl who had been so good to me. Was I going too far?
Men are naturally attracted to beauty, but when it crosses a line, it's no longer natural but animalistic.
I never claimed to be a saint, especially at my age, with vigorous vitality and strong desires.
But a real man knows when to act and when not to.
With this thought, I felt ashamed and tried to pull my hand back.
But as luck would have it, she bent her body, her right foot pressing down on my hand.
Even worse, my hand was getting closer to her defense line.
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, she shifted her position. After finding comfort, she let out a soft hum and then rested her head on my foot.
Now, she was clinging to me like an octopus, firmly holding on.
Her right foot was right under my armpit.
How was I supposed to retract my hand now?
I tried to move, and the girl hummed in response, her eyes still closed. A thought crossed my mind: was she dreaming?
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