The room was empty, and Nolan Davis didn't see her figure.
He hesitated for a moment but still walked to the bathroom door. The bathroom door wasn't completely closed, and through the gap, he saw her eyes closed, her body softly leaning against the bathtub. Perhaps she was too tired from last night, leaning against the bathtub, she had actually fallen asleep.
He waited outside for almost half an hour, and she still hadn't woken up.
Nolan didn't think much about it, grabbed a towel, pushed the door open, and walked in.
He lifted her out of the bathtub and dried her body.
This should be the second time he saw her body, right? Just like the first time, it still stirred an uncontrollable, blood-boiling impulse in him.
His fingers slid over her soft white skin; there were some ambiguous marks on her neck and chest.
Ha, it seems they were really quite intense last night.
Nolan's lips curled into a self-mocking smile, but his actions didn't stop.
