Chapter 93. No Peace

"Dylan, will you stop staring?" I hissed.

"Why?" Dylan feigned innocence.

I glared at him. Currently, we were in the staff room where there were many nurse uniforms, and Dylan was sitting on the wheelchair in his casual clothes which were brought over by Max earlier. Now, the plan was for me to dress up as a nurse and escort Dylan out of the hospital safely.

"I need to change. Look away," I said.

"Why should I look away? It's not like I have never seen before," Dylan said incredulously.

"No, you have not. That one time in my bedroom, that was an accident," I pointed out.

"So what?" He arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want to see if your body is worth tying to the bed for future purposes," he said.

"You spawn of a devil," I cursed, glaring at his way. Huffing, a plan popped in my head. "Fine then. Have a good time controlling your hormones." With that, I pulled off my top over my head, making hi