Isabella Weaver reached over and pinched his waist: "This toothpaste is meant to be used dry, Young Master, don't be so picky, or I won't serve you anymore."
"But I like to wet it."
"Dry brushing helps the enzymes in the toothpaste work to their fullest, keeping the enzymes active, dissolving leftover food, and penetrating deep between teeth. It's very beneficial, Young Master."
"I still like it with water. You have to wet it for me. I just wet it for you."
"That was a wrong demonstration!"
"I don't care, I just want it wet."
Defeated, Isabella Weaver wetted the brush: "Is this okay now, Master Harry!"
Harry Hunter finally opened his mouth: "a——"
Isabella Weaver, not very skilled, started brushing his teeth. Brushing your own teeth is easy, but brushing someone else's is ten times harder.
In just a short while, she managed to poke Harry Hunter's gums until they bled.
Harry Hunter sighed helplessly: "Miss Weaver, are you taking revenge on me?"
"Yes, Young Master."
