Chapter 1271: You’re Doing This on Purpose, Aren’t You?

She reached out and tugged at his clothes."Be gentle, you’re hurting me." Matthew Saxon frowned, letting out a low, muffled groan.

Scarlett Yates’ hand trembled, she truly thought she had touched his wound, so her actions became much gentler as she continued to pull off his other sleeve.

Matthew let out another groan: "Ah, it hurts, Scarlett Yates, can’t you slow down, be a bit more gentle, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Matthew Saxon, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?" Scarlett gritted her teeth, pulled the top off him, rolled it up, and tossed it to the side, glaring at him angrily, "It’s just taking off a shirt, and you keep groaning, can’t you stop making those disgusting sounds?"

That wicked sound made her skin crawl with goosebumps.

If someone was standing outside right now, without seeing what was happening inside, just hearing those few words, they would definitely misunderstand they were up to something wicked.

He wasn’t really in pain; he was obviously saying things in such a suggestive way on purpose.

Although he was injured, the wounds had long since scabbed over, in some places the scars had even fallen off, so it shouldn’t be serious enough that a light touch would hurt.

Matthew curved his lips into a smile, crossing his arms, his charming eyes looking at her: "Scarlett Yates, if you went into the service industry, you’d be fired in a day."

"Never mind the poor service quality, your attitude is terrible, you won’t even let people speak the truth. If every nurse served patients like this, there’d probably be a lot of medical accidents in hospitals, right?"

"You’re doing it on purpose." She glared at him, her gaze inadvertently falling on that tempting patch of muscles on his chest, staring for a few seconds, her face starting to flush.

Matthew’s physique was excellent.

He was that type who appeared slim in clothes but was muscular without them, yet his muscles weren’t overly exaggerated; every piece was evenly distributed, and every muscle’s size and shape were perfect.

Even though his body still had many scarred wounds, it didn’t detract from his attractiveness at all; those crisscrossing scars on his chest, abdomen, and shoulders even added a hint of rugged manliness.

Those beautiful muscles, Scarlett had touched them before, and they felt just as she imagined, very satisfying to the touch.

Now, she kinda wanted to touch them again for her own gratification.

When this thought flashed through her mind, she startled even herself.

Wait, when did she start becoming so lecherous?

Matthew was still lying on a hospital bed, he was still a patient, and here she was fantasizing about a patient.

Scarlett’s face grew hotter, hastily retracting her gaze, afraid Matthew would catch her fantasizing about him, she turned to wring the cloth, and after wringing it dry, she was about to wipe his body.

Matthew raised a brow: "Scarlett Yates, I meant the whole body."

"Upper body first!" Scarlett, not caring about his response, buried her head, threw the cloth on him, and started wiping.

He curled his lips, lazily reclining back, his body falling back onto the soft cushion, barely responding: "Alright, that’ll do."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, truly treating Scarlett as a little nurse providing him service, contentedly enjoying her care.

During the process of wiping.