"I just said it offhandedly, I can handle this myself..."
Hope Williams pushed Waylon Lewis out.
Seeing Hope's embarrassment, Waylon laughed.
"Close the door when you leave."
Knowing she was shy, Waylon didn't linger and walked out, but not too far.
After Hope finished in the restroom and washed her hands, the door opened again, and Waylon helped rub her hands dry before lifting her up again.
Hope sighed, "I really feel like I'm disabled right now."
"Don't say such unlucky things."
Oh, right.
Lately, Waylon couldn't stand hearing her say anything unlucky.
Hope smiled wryly, "I said 'like'. "
"Even 'like' is not allowed."
Waylon lowered his head and gently bit her lip.
With their breaths so close, Hope touched her bitten lip and mumbled softly, "Why did you bite me?"
"Punishment. You're not allowed to say anything bad about yourself next time."
Hope's eyes softened, knowing Waylon was anxious and sensitive because of her health.
