Chapter 730 - 738: To Relieve Oneself

Seeing James Black didn’t mind that she had bitten into it, Jane Sampson also relaxed and shared the breakfast with him quite happily.

However, Jane’s appetite was small and in the end, almost all the stuff she bought ended up in James’s belly.

After cleaning up the takeout trash, Jane, not wanting James’s hospital room to be filled with the smell, made a special trip outside to throw it away.

By the time she returned, she saw James trying to get out of bed.

"What are you trying to do?" Jane hurried into the room and blocked his way, "Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you!"

"Move aside." James’s gaze shifted, and seeing Jane stood firmly in place, as if she’d never move, he explained, very reluctantly, "I need to use the restroom."

He hadn’t visited the restroom since he left the surgery room last night, and even if he could hold it, he had reached his limit.

"Use the restroom?" Jane caught on in a second, then slowly moved aside just a little bit.

But having taken just two steps back, she suddenly realized another issue and called out to James, who was about to enter the restroom.

"Both your hands are injured; how are you going to manage? The doctor said you can’t move them at all, much less use force," Jane reacted and immediately followed, and when James was about to close the restroom door with his foot, she sprinted over like in a 100m race and pressed her hand against the door panel about to lock, then slipped in like an eel, taking advantage of her slim figure.

"Get out," James said, his face dark as he looked at the woman who was bouncing around in front of him, seemingly proud of her timely entrance.

"How will you undo your pants without my help?" Jane asked bluntly, "Rub your back against the wall?"

After saying that, Jane rubbed against the wall twice to demonstrate the action to James and concluded, "Rubbing like this won’t get them down."

The motion was comical, and James’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, thinking to himself that it was just like the Monkey King of Sampton.

However.

Not just James.

Even Jane herself...

She understood the logic and knew that without her help, James probably couldn’t manage his pants.

The problem was...

When it came down to it.

Jane stood by James’s side, glanced at his belt area a couple of times, and felt like reaching out would take some courage.

"Shall I help you with your belt first?" Jane tilted her head and tentatively asked James in a quiet voice. Seeing him just staring at her without responding, she tentatively reached out her hand.

"Shall I start?" Jane’s hand touched James’s waistband, and only when she lifted his wide jacket did she find that the hospital patient pants had an elastic band.

So, naturally, there were no pants for her to undo.

Jane awkwardly withdrew her hand to scratch the back of her head, coughed twice, and then reached out again, her cheeks reddening as she said, "Shall I take them off for you?"

"Mhm," James’s voice was faint, so Jane couldn’t tell what his emotions were at that moment.

Jane swallowed, then closed her eyes and tugged at James’s waist with both hands, counting in her mind one, two, three, before pulling down simultaneously on both sides.

She successfully managed to...

Take off James’s pants.

But a new problem followed on its heels.

James was still wearing his underpants.

Jane’s gaze darted to that bulging area for a split second before she quickly looked away. Slowly, very slowly, she turned around, her back to him, and suggested, "Do you want to try out the method I just demonstrated? Maybe... it will rub your underpants down, huh?"