Recalling the situation that night, Joseph felt sorry for her.
"Why?"
"I also want to know why," He said gently, reaching out to caress her brow, and then added, "I was at a loss for what to do that night."
Irish lowered her head and mumbled, "It seemed like it was not the night."
"What did you say?" Joseph felt he didn't hear clearly.
"Nothing."
Joseph looked at her for a while and did not make any further inquiries, and took her out of the washroom. When he was about to say something, Irish hastily sat back in bed and pulled a blanket up to cover the sheet. Joseph was confused and frowned while she just smiled at him and asked, "What were you going to say?"
Even if she was deceiving herself, she felt that it was weird that she didn't know when she lost her virgin's blood, so she wanted to cover the sheet.
