Owen

"Girl, don't do anything weird..." Arthur reprimanded her.

"What's wrong?" Carla didn't care about his words.

"Arthur, it seems like we've bathed together in the past, why can't we now?"

'Wait, what the hell is bathing together?' Arthur didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Showering in his bathroom is one thing, but showering with him is definitely something too much.

"Arthur!" Carla called his name, showing a pushy expression.

"What the hell are you afraid of? If you can't stand it, just do it," she said.

"Look, we've even cuddled..." Her hands on his chest suddenly moved more wildly, tracing his body.

"Someone's coming," Arthur replied with a serious face.

Instantly, Carla became panicked. She got off Arthur's body in a hurry.

Her eyes then looked at the door.

Arthur laughed as he saw her reaction, he said, "not there!"

After that, he stood up, walking towards the window. What he meant by someone coming was that a car had entered the yard.