Aubree Groove sighed deeply, "You're all wet. Wipe yourself down, and I'm going to heat up some water."
Aubree Groove stood up and left.
Kelly Martinez clucked her tongue, "You always run away when it's like this, but there will be a day when you can't escape."
Seeing Aubree Groove appear at the kitchen door, Peter Aria instinctively paused.
"Please...."
At this moment, Aubree Groove gave him an intense sense of distance.
The simple Zi Clothes stripped away her halo, her honor, her fame, and her status.
What stood before him was only a monk meditating in a secluded and ancient Buddhist nunnery within the depths of a mountain.
Desireless, emotionless.
"Dr. Aria, thank you." Aubree Groove brought buckets of hot water into the room and poured them into a large wooden tub.
She found a set of Zi Clothes for Kelly Martinez.
"Your physique isn't much different from my senior's. Wear her clothes for now, just to make do."