He carried her into the bathroom and placed her in a bathtub filled with warm water. Helen couldn't sleep, but due to shyness, she pretended to keep her eyes closed. He didn't care, stepped inside the bathtub himself, and then began to bathe her.
The rich foam slid over every inch of her skin, gentle and ambiguous, making her whole body sore and soft.
Helen could not help but open her eyes, seeing him by her side, half-kneeling in the bathtub with foam all over his body. His exposed skin was glowing with a rosy hue and a crystal-clear luster. His chest was sturdy and broad, and his muscles were firm and powerful. The two points on his chest were exposed, standing strong, with a small amount of foam on top, quivering as he moved. This made her heart tremble along, and then the foam melted, revealing the pink dots inside. They were so tender and cute, like the most delicate flower buds of spring, making people can't help but want them...