Adam had no choice but to take off Lumma's right sleeve first and then carefully take off her left sleeve.
The down jacket and the cardigan were easy to take off. But if the bottoming shirt was taken off, she would be naked. Adam looked at Lumma, "I'm going to tear off your left sleeve."
Lumma blinked her watery eyes. "Can you tear it off?"
Adam stabilized her injured arm with one hand and pulled her sleeve hard with the other. The sleeve was torn off from the connecting line. Adam's strength was far greater than Lumma had imagined.
In an instant, the wound in her fair arm was before his eyes. The wound was about the size of a fist, the flesh shattered and the blood gushing.
Adam's face turned dark when he saw it, but Lumma was still smiling as if she didn't feel the pain. "Mr. Hills, you have great strength."
Without any hesitation, Adam tore off his white shirt to wrap her wound.