Chapter 139 Her Uncle’s Generation

• After I’d finished peeing, I let out a satisfied shiver. Then, shaking it a few times, I pulled up my pants before washing my hands and face besides brushing my teeth at the sink. “I previously used your toothbrush to clean myself. It’s really soft and soothing.” I glanced at Clara who was wiping her hand with a tissue. Then, I continued brushing my teeth, paying her no mind at all.
• At this, she furiously shoved me away and left the bathroom. This action of hers sufficiently proved one thing—she made up that remark to deliberately anger and disgust me.
• After I was done washing up, I opened the door and left, rushing right to Lucy’s hotel. When I arrived at her room, I knocked on her room door. At this moment, her face was drained of color, and even her forehead was clearly dotted with sweat. “Are you suffering from appendicitis? Or is it gastroenteritis? Why are you in such great agony?” I thought that she had some trick up her sleeve, but never had I expected that she was having such severe abdominal pain.