Bertha Swift looked at Adam Piers's sly grin, feeling a bit awkward, "Who's afraid? Besides, a fever isn't contagious, I'm just..."
"Just what?" Adam asked with a smile when Bertha suddenly stopped speaking.
"Nothing, just sleeping." Bertha couldn't match Adam's thick-skinned comments, so she simply lay down first, thinking recklessly, anyway, this wasn't their first time sharing a bed.
Adam chuckled mischievously at this but stopped when he met Bertha's fierce gaze, wondering if she was forbidding him to sleep there.
"Hmm?" Adam raised an eyebrow.
Bertha, seeing his clueless expression, sat up and placed the towel on Adam's head.
Adam finally understood, his smile growing sweeter. He bent down, rubbing his wet head against Bertha like a spoiled child, "Bertha, help me dry it."
Bertha thought, why don't you just ascend to heaven?
