Charlos rubbed Rissa's wet hair. It made Rissa feel like a child, and Charlos is the father who had just bathed her. So, Rissa pulled the towel.
"I can do it myself," said Rissa, wiping her face.
Charlos smiled so sweetly. He looked very handsome and seductive. Rissa just realized that Charlos's body was no longer wet, and he wrapped a towel around his waist.
Rissa did not dare to imagine what was behind the towel.
"Do you want to take a shower?" asked Charlos.
Suddenly, Rissa's heart skipped a beat. She had never imagined being in a bathroom with Charlos. She could feel her cheeks heating up.
Charlos smiled mischievously, and one eyebrow raised. "What are you thinking about?"
Rissa was shocked and then looked down. "Nothing! I'm not thinking at all."
Charlos laughed. "Your cheeks are so red. You must be thinking if I invite you to take a bath together, right?" he accused.
