Muir brought her clothes over and asked, “Do you have energy? Do you want me to help you wear your clothes, or do you want to do it yourself?”

Irina’s lips twitched, and she said awkwardly, “Leave it first. The babies are hungry.”

“En.” Muir didn’t seem to feel any shame about this at all and continued to wear a normal expression. “Then, quickly feed them. I’ll feed you.”

As Muir said this, he picked up the meat soup at the side.

Irina quickly shook her head, pulling up the blankets. “Don’t come over. Don’t look at me.”

Muir put the soup at the side and listened to her, turning...