When my sobbing cries finally stopped, Pars kissed my wet hair once and got up from me. I was used to the cold water, but he must have been afraid of me getting sick because he set the temperature of the water to warm.
He still hadn't gotten out of the tub. He was already soaked all over, so there was no point in getting out of the tub. While I was under the warm water, he was right in front of me. When he took the shampoo bottle in his hand, I turned a little away from the water and turned my back to him.
I felt a chill on my scalp as he poured the cool liquid from the shampoo bottle into my hair, but the feeling was not bothersome. I felt relieved when he left the shampoo bottle on the shelf on the wall and started running his fingertips over my scalp.
