Chapter 88 Stage Three of the Bet, Intoxication 9

How much of a clean freak was this man?

Still insisting on taking a shower when he was this injured.

Sighing again, she slowly went up to him.

A strange silence ensued before Shirley cowered again, yelling,

...

"S-sir, why don't you do this yourself..."

She hurriedly turned around to leave-

A sudden splash of cold water hit her from behind

"Hey!"

It instantly soaked through Shirley's clothes, reaching her body, making her shiver.

She turned around angrily, drops of water dripping from her face. She glared at the culprit. "What are you trying to do, Dewitt?!"

Was he done?! Even splashing her with water!

Shirley wanted to slap him so hard right now!

Yet with this one glance, she realised how exquisite his figure was once more.

Only then did Dewitt switch off the shower head. He said lowly with a smirk,

"How about we play a game?"

Play a game?