Evan Saint focused intently on helping her.
"I can do it myself!" Sparkle Gold felt extremely embarrassed, let out a startled cry, and clutched her clothes, feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Sparkle Gold, are you planning to take until next year to take them off?" Not seeing any movement for ages, Evan Saint asked irritably.
Sparkle Gold, rare for her, felt a bit bashful: "It's because I'm injured, isn't it? Don't rush me."
"Your injury is on your leg, not your brain!"
Sparkle Gold couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Do you need a brain to take off clothes?"
Can't he go for a moment without being sarcastic towards her?
Looking at her coolly, Evan Saint said with a matter-of-fact tone: "Others maybe don't, but you need to."
"Why?" Sparkle Gold asked, her forehead full of question marks.
The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile, and Evan Saint snorted lightly: "Because you're clumsy."
Sparkle Gold: ...
Can he not be a smart-mouth for just one minute?
