Dylan Collins finally came to his senses and busied himself with calming down.
But the scene just now was still unavoidably etched into his mind.
"I, I'm going to take a shower. Change your clothes, what are you wearing? It's so loose."
He entered the bathroom, washing himself over and over, unsure of how many times.
He constantly thought to himself that it was their wedding night, and it's not like they couldn't do anything.
She was his wife, for whom he had held a wedding and obtained a marriage certificate.
But he couldn't. She was pregnant, and he couldn't be so inhumane.
As a result, his once-perfect body was upended by his desires, and he once again turned on the cold water, attempting to extinguish the feelings in his heart.
He repeated this process over and over, not knowing how much time had passed before he finally left the bathroom.
