Sara tried hard to push Hank's chest away and said, "I'll bathe myself!"
Hank leaned against the wall of the bathroom with one hand and watched Sara push him like a small animal, but he still stood firmly.
"..." Sara felt like he was an ant trying to shake a tree.
Hank said, "Uncle shouldn't have used water on you. I'm just apologizing to you and taking a bath. If you don't agree, aren't you going to forgive me?"
Sara: "..." Who would apologize to others for the sake of a bath?! They would definitely be treated as perverts!!
She was so angry that her eyes turned red. "If you don't get out of my way, I'll bite you!"
Hank looked at her for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed her chin. He didn't use much force, but he forced Sara to open her mouth. He sized her up carefully for a while, as if he was observing Sara's teeth. A few seconds later, he smiled and said, "Okay, it doesn't taste bad. Just bite it."
Sara: "!!"
How irascible!
She didn't know what she was thinking, but she really put her arms around Hank's neck, hung it on his body, and bit him hard on the neck.
Her canine teeth were sharper than ordinary people's and looked very cute. It was very painful to bite people, but Hank didn't care about the pain at all. He could only feel her soft lips against his skin.
Sara used a lot of effort. Hank's skin, which was as white as porcelain, had a small circle of teeth marks when he loosened his mouth, and blood was oozing out faintly.
Sara looked at the teeth print, stunned, and took two steps back. "I, I... You're the one who pissed me off first!"
Hank touched his neck as if he didn't feel any pain. He looked at Sara with a faint smile. "It's alright. Uncle isn't afraid of pain. You can bite anywhere you want."
Sara: "?"
Hank's voice was low and hoarse. "It'd be even better if I bit the place that I should bite."
Sara: "...?"
Sara did not understand the meaning of the old man's words and looked at him innocently.
Hank laughed and leaned over to kiss her soft cheek. "I won't tease you anymore. Let's take a bath, or we'll catch a cold."
After that, she left the bathroom and considerately helped to close the door.
Sara: "..."
She took a hot shower and changed her clothes before going out. Hank had also finished his shower, but he didn't wear his clothes like Sara. Instead, he had a bath towel around his waist, revealing his upper body with smooth and beautiful lines. His muscles were not exaggerated, and a thin layer of muscles covered his bones. He looked like he was full of masculine explosive power, and his figure was even better than that of an international model.
Sara saw a drop of water fall from Hank's hair that hadn't dried yet. It dripped from his chin to his collarbone. It followed the quick and nimble line all the way down to his chest before finally landing on the spot where Hank was wrapped in a bath towel. Sara even caught a glimpse of two mermaid lines...
Her face immediately turned red, and she quickly opened her eyes and pretended that she didn't see anything. She coughed and said, "I'm going to see Munch."
Hank looked back at her, his finely crafted face showing a bit of craftiness. "What's so good about that stupid dog? It's better than uncle."
Sara couldn't answer, so she said directly, "That's right!"
Hank's face darkened immediately.
He approached Sara step by step. "Say that again?"
His approach was like the collapse of a mountain, causing Sara to feel as if she was unable to breathe. Furthermore, the two of them used the same shower gel. The scent of orange flowers spread through the air, causing the air to feel as if it was being compressed.
Sara quickly took two steps back, but the wall was already behind him. Hank held the wall with one hand and trapped her between his body and the wall. He looked down with his star-like eyes and said, "Honey, in your eyes, uncle is not more important than a dog, huh?"
Sara lowered his head. "That's not what I meant..."
"Then what do you mean?"
"..." Sara looked up at Hank and suddenly said, "Uncle..."
"What's that?"
Sara quickly grabbed Hank's arm and slipped away from under his arm.
Hank: "...".
He raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "I heard that the lumper's armpit is not tall."
"..." Sara's frantically running figure froze.
Gemini's fragrance had already been washed by Aunt Dovlin. After holding the dog in her arms for a while, Sara finally cared about Hank's words, so she pretended to ask casually, "Aunt Dovlin, is the owner not tall enough to fit under the arm?"
Aunt Dovlin was looking for beautiful clothes for Gemini. Hearing Sara's question, she laughed and said, "There is an old saying. Is there an umbrella or something like that in the room... People of the older generation believe in it and there is a way to solve it. It seems that we just need to jump three times in the same place..."
Sara's eyes lit up. She quickly put down Gemini and rushed into the bathroom and jumped three times before heaving a sigh of relief.
Alex's fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, almost leaving afterimages. Sara looked at the code on his screen that she could not understand and whispered, "Did you do it on the campus network?"
Until now, there was still no post posted on the campus.
Alex's fingers paused, and he looked back at Sara and said, "Okay."
Sara said, "Don't do that. If they are willing to say, just say it. Anyway, I don't want to look at it. Besides, they have other platforms without the campus network. I heard that they will be punished if they do this."
Alex did not say a word.
Sara whispered, "I really don't mind this. Don't..."
Alex glanced at her and said faintly, "I don't mind."
Sara was stunned. "What?"
"I said I don't mind." Alex said, "It's none of your business."
Sara had no choice but to reply with an "oh" before turning her head and saying "thank you" in a low voice.
At this time, the class teacher came in.
She walked straight to Sara's table, her eyes filled with worry. "Sara."
Sara stood up and asked, "What's wrong, teacher?"
The class teacher sighed and said, "People from the General Manager Association came to find Maria... It seems that she has got a place in the thesis. Because there are many people coming, she wants to take Maria to meet the vice president of the General Manager of the Association..."
Sara did not find it strange. After all, she had confidence in the thesis she had written. It was not enough for her to be surprised. The question in the thesis was actually not discovered by anyone?
The General Medical Association was the most authoritative and admired place in the medical community. How could they take advantage of the situation to get into trouble?
She asked in confusion, "What does that have to do with me?"
The class teacher whispered, "Because someone from the Headquarters of the Martial Market Association... wants you to go there too. She is still in the president's office. The president asked me to come to you."
Sara was stunned for a moment. "Is it because of the previous stealing?"
Other than this, the class teacher couldn't think of any other reason why the Head Association was looking for Sara. He nodded and said, "Yes."