"You haven't slept yet?" I forced myself to calm down.

"I can't sleep without a shower," he said.

I pointed to the bathroom, "Go wash!"

He stretched out his bandaged hand in front of me and pointed to his head again.

"I'm like this, how do I wash it?"

His expression was a little pitiful, and I thought to myself, wouldn't he want me to help him wash?

"Wipe it for me." His words were straightforward and ambiguous.

Heat suddenly rushed to my face.

I think his request is a bit excessive, although we are a couple in name, but not that close.

I think he must see that I...