"Even if I'm not in a hurry to prepare the medicine, you don't have to hold me up... Hey, hey, where are you carrying me? Let go…" Savannah found herself struggling in his arms.
He glanced at her. "Look at your jeans, they're wet. You need to clean your clothes."
Looking down, she found there were some splashes of dark liquid on her trousers. It seemed that the medicine splashed the legs of her trousers when she dropped the bowl to Devin's feet. "Put me down... I'll change my clothes in my room."
He frowned and glanced at the restless little woman in his arms. He followed her words without saying anything and went straight to the study where she lived these days.
He kicked open the door, carried her in, and closed the door again.
Savannah jumped out of his arms. "You go out first, I'm going to change clothes..."
"I don't think I need to go out." Dylan crossed his arms and eyed her speculatively for a moment.