Then, without waiting for Arnold to say anything, Mark continued with playful stubbornness, "Unless you don't want to help me, then nothing can be done, falling is just falling."
Arnold: "..."
"Ah!" Mark sighed, looking at Arnold, "Seems like there's no choice, I'll just have to wash myself."
Saying that, Mark sat up from the bed, dragging one leg, hopping and trying to make his way out.
Arnold quickly reached out to hold Mark, stopping him from hopping out while preventing him from falling.
Mark stopped in his tracks, looked at Arnold and asked, "What, are you going to help me wash?"
Faced with Mark's stubborn insistence on showering, Arnold ultimately had no choice but to concede.
Arnold, who conceded, was clearly upset.
Her bright eyes glared at Mark, forcefully and irritably, she pushed Mark back onto the bed, "Wait here, I'll fetch the water!"
With that, Arnold turned and left.
