"I can do it myself; you don't have to assist me," she murmured after drinking the precious liquid that moistened her throat.

"It doesn't bother me to assist you; you're still weak; you need to rest."

Before she could argue again, the door suddenly opened, and a clone of the man in bed entered the room.

Only his black hair was longer, almost to the shoulders. Instead of looking sexy, serious, and confident, he looked sexy, wild, and seductive.

She mentally corrected; these were the hottest men