“I’ll do it myself,” Wilson said.

“What about your back? You can’t reach it, right?” Clara said and quickly added, “I ask Yanny to take off his clothes for me to apply medication when he’s injured too. You guys are the same in my eyes.”

Clara said that to make the atmosphere less awkward, but she failed badly.

Wilson stared at her and asked, “Is that so?”

“Uh… yeah.”

‘At least they are the same gender.’ Clara didn’t say that out loud.

Wilson removed his bathrobe to reveal his torso. “Are we that similar?” He asked.

He didn’t know why he did that. He just didn’t want Clara to think that.

He wondered if she saw him as her husband and if would she feel anything to see his upper body naked.

All Clara could see was the bruises all over his body. Fortunately, he wasn’t badly injured although it was a fierce fight.

Clara quickly applied the ointment on Wilson’s back and his chest.

She moved closer to him subconsciously as she was applying the ointment on his chest.

Wil