Snuggling in Asher Hawn's chest, the familiar feeling came, and Nora Smith felt at ease inexplicably.
The unhappiness of being provoked by Madge Hawn and Ashley Hawn just now suddenly disappeared.
Asher Hawn gently held Nora Smith to the bathroom door and carefully lowered her as if she were a fragile porcelain doll.
His eyes are light with rare tenderness. "Go and take a bath."
"Thank you." Nora Smith looked trance, took the clean clothes he handed over, and turned into the bathroom.
The vapor filled the bathroom, and Nora Smith stood under the shower, looking up and letting the water wash every inch of his skin.
It's warm and comfortable.
I don't know how long after, Nora Smith turned off the shower and opened his wet eyes.
After changing into dry clothes, the heavy feeling of her body gradually subsided, and she felt much more comfortable.