Sweat mixed with the water in the bathtub.
Impossible to separate.
When Lorraine Hughes was carried out wrapped in a towel, her whole body was soft, without any strength left.
However, Nathan Bolton, with his bathrobe loosely draped over him, didn't even finish putting it on properly before grabbing the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Fingers brushed through her hair with affection, even massaging her temples.
The hairdryer was silent, allowing him to hear her breathing.
He wanted to hear her breathing more rapidly.
Just like in the bathtub earlier.
His mind was filled with color, which he couldn't dispel.
"Your stamina is weak." If you could bring out the momentum you have when fighting, it would be great; Nathan didn't dare to say this aloud.
Lorraine ignored him, and he didn't consider whose explosive force was too strong to cause this situation.
She fell asleep when her hair was halfway dry.
