Having finished the soup, Amelia glanced at her wristwatch. It wasn't even noon yet, and she had some time to spare, so she decided to see her good deeds through to the end.
"Hey, are you going to turn over or not? The caretaker said you can't just keep lying like this, you need to air out a bit." After dropping her wrist, she looked at the man who appeared more lethargic after his meal and asked coolly.
Christopher frowned slightly, uttering no word, clearly reluctant.
Amelia couldn't be bothered to argue with him and bent down to pull at his blanket.
Unexpectedly, he reacted swiftly. His cold, hard fingers, surprisingly strong, clutched the blanket tightly.
"What, what are you doing!" he asked urgently.
"As a matter of fact, I'm helping you turn over!"
"No… no need." He was awkward, though blind, his eyebrows were still downturned, not daring to lift.