Chapter 335
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As soon as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Shane approached her and stretched out his arms, preparing to undo her jeans.
Bertha glared at him suspiciously. 'Are you going to clean and check my wound?"
"Yes. Please show me your calves, thighs, and butt."
If he didn't confirm with his own eyes that she was safe and sound, he wouldn't feel at ease.
Bertha gripped her panties and moved her ass backward, she moved away from him.
She tried to endure the pain, looking at him with sharp eyes. 'Shane, you greedy, obnoxious thing. I don't believe you just want to get tested. You're dishonest, it's disgusting."
Shane wasn't thinking about that right now, all he could think about was whether Bertha would be beaten when he returned.
"No, not to mention I haven't seen your entire body yet. Can you tell me what's wrong? Or are you guilty?"
Bertha's eyebrows furrowed, it seemed that Shane didn't give up until the last minute.
She bit her lower lip, her eyes were full of resentment, and she felt as if she was hurt by his words.
"No, I said just now, big brother doesn't make things difficult for me, but you don't believe it."
She became even angrier and counterattacked. She pushed him down on the bed and hugged his neck. She tightened her grip on his wrist, not letting him move.
To be honest, she quite liked Shane in his weakened state.
Easy to be thrown down, easy to tease, easy to bully.
Thus, she can gain an absolute advantage in an instant.
"You dare to doubt me? Is your trust in me that little? Think about how many things you said yesterday that hurt me, but I trust you so I'm not angry with you, but what about you? So what? It's just a little thing, you suspect that I'm lying."
Shane was startled by her words, his already pale face became a little paler.
He just doesn't trust Fawn.
However, he couldn't stand Bertha's hurt eyes and questioning tone.
Especially about what happened yesterday, he felt embarrassed and speechless, and he didn't know how to explain.
His thoughts were completely thrown into a hole by Bertha's words.
Unable to argue, he could only purse his thin lips, revealing a sad look, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his head bowed, his appearance weak as if he was sick again.
Bertha's pale fingers moved to his pale cheek, she soothed his melancholy feelings. She tried not to laugh and spoke in a serious voice. "If you admit your mistake, I will forgive you and kiss you again as a reward. If you don't admit your mistake, I will punish you. So, Shane, do you know your mistake yet?"
Shane's tone turned to self-pity. "I'm wrong."
"What are you wrong?"
'I don't trust you, I doubt you."
"Are you going to pull down my pants again in the future?"
He shook his head obediently.
"So cute."
Bertha was satisfied, although she didn't show it on the outside she was laughing hysterically.
When Shane's body is weak, he is easily bullied. She likes it.
She did what she said, leaning down to kiss his thin lips.
Two pairs of lips patiently rubbed each other, their tongues entwining.
Shane fell into her kiss, unable to free himself.
His soul was about to be stolen by this little demon. How could he still have the sense to think about whether he was tricked by her or not?
His breathing became increasingly rapid.
Just as his hand was about to break through the defense, Bertha promptly ended the kiss.
"Bertha..."
Shane is depressed.
He wanted to 'eat' her, but couldn't.
Bertha saw the thought in his eyes, her tone was firm. "Impossible. This is for the benefit of your body. When you're healthy, you can do whatever you want."
Shane lowered his eyes and said nothing.
His illness is estimated to be incurable, so will he not be able to have sex with her in the future?
'Before I die, can you give me a few more pieces of meat to eat? Anyway, I can still be a complete ghost. Otherwise, I will have to become a hungry ghost."
Bertha suddenly frowned, pinched his cheek, and said seriously. "From now on, you are not allowed to mention death. With me here, at any time you are not allowed to give up hope of living, do you hear me?"
"Okay…"
Shane replied softly, he knew best his physical condition, but he didn't want Bertha to worry.
Bertha sensed his answer through his speakers, her hand exerted strength and pinched his cheek. 'You speak louder, I can't hear clearly."
"I know."
Then Bertha let go, pinching and rubbing his cheek.
She remembered Bruno's story. Even though she didn't know if Bruno's words were true or not, that was the only breakthrough so far. She can only choose to trust Bruno once.
But if that's true, should she agree to Bruno's last two conditions...
The more she thought about it, the more complicated her mood became.
To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings between her and Shane because of this in the future.
She held Shane's face in her hands and spoke carefully. "Shane, we should trust each other. No matter what happens in the future, you must trust me unconditionally, trust my heart, can you promise me?"
Shane looked at her without hesitation, he nodded seriously. "I got it."
Bertha patted his forehead with satisfaction. 'Did you take your medicine last night?"
"..." Shane frowned and shook his head.
"Okay, wait a minute."
Bertha got off of him, got off the bed, and walked out of the room.
A minute later, she brought a cup of warm water, took Shane's medicine box, and returned to the room.
Shane's black eyes were dim, and the corner of his mouth showed disgust as he looked at the dozen colorful pills she had just taken out.
He doesn't like taking medicine at all.
"I'm quite full right now. He doesn't want to take the medicine, or should I wait until the evening to take the medicine?"
Bertha saw that he wanted to brush it off. She stood up, stretched her hand forward, her eyes steady. 'Be obedient, take your medicine."
Shane shook his head, he hugged her waist, rubbed his head in her chest, and whispered. "I don't want to take medicine..."
"..." Bertha was gloomy.
This bastard doesn't value his body at all.
'You must drink." Her tone was stern.
