Harry Hunter shamelessly insisted, "Take off the blanket, let me see how it is. If necessary, I'll apply some ointment."
Isabella Weaver refused to let him look no matter what, wrapping herself like a silkworm cocoon in the blanket, and then ordered him, "I'm thirsty, go pour me some water!"
Harry immediately went to pour her some water.
He walked around the room with his nearly perfect body, causing Isabella to cover her eyes in embarrassment, "Put some clothes on!"
"Ah, the fickle heart of a woman. Last night, you loved touching me everywhere, and today you want me to get dressed. You change fast!"
Harry sat by the bed with a glass of water, unabashedly showing off his smooth and firm abs. He remembered his little wife loved them.
Isabella snatched the water from him and tossed clothes over his head, "Put them on, now!"
Harry sighed helplessly, "At your service, my lady."
