"Take off your clothes," Marco ordered me.
"I don't need you to clean me up," I refused.
"And why not? You've been lying there unconscious for days. So you need to change your clothes," he said bluntly.
"Fine, but I'll do it myself." I reached for the small basin from Marco, but he quickly moved it away from my hand.
"I'll clean your body. You can't do it yourself, especially when your body is still in pain. Come on, take off your clothes. Don't be stubborn," he said.
I let out a long sigh. So Marco took off my clothes for me. He untied them and removed them from my body as if he didn't care whether I felt embarrassed or not.
"I'll clean my own body," I said while he stared at my bare breast as if he was hungry and hadn't eaten for months.
"Marco!" I exclaimed as he only looked at m
