"Hey, go take a shower first!"
This sentence carried a hint, immediately making someone tremble with anticipation.
Someone leaned close to Rebecca Quentin's ear, his whispering voice somewhat incredulously asked, "Are you serious?"
"Well, are you going to shower or not?"
"I am!!"
In the next instant, holding Rebecca Quentin in his arms on the chair, Howard Geoffrey swiftly dashed into the bathroom.
Rebecca Quentin covered her mouth and giggled.
Listening to the sound of water rushing in the bathroom, Rebecca Quentin's cheeks flushed crimson, involuntary images not suitable for children started to appear in her mind.
Realizing she was starting to let loose, she pulled up the quilt, burying herself underneath.
Suddenly, the water stopped in the bathroom, some sounds came.
Rebecca Quentin felt a little nervous, her heart pounding.
In the next second, he slid his slippery body under the quilt.
"Ah!"
