C487 Bloody Method 8

He nodded, a faint smile on his cool face, and said, "Would you like some water?"

I nodded. "My throat hurts!"

He shifted his position and sat on the edge of the bed. Then, he helped me up and leaned on me.

I frowned and instinctively wanted to reject him, but he suddenly spoke with a cold and indifferent voice, "You are sick now