Amelia splashed cold water on her face, but it seemed like her cheeks were getting hotter.
As her brain was automatically playing back certain scenes when she was with him like a movie flashback—
Those memories, the memories where he intensely loved her...
She felt like she was going crazy, her brain beyond her control.
Had she been single for so long that she'd become so shameless and desperate?
So when she saw him bare-chested, those filthy thoughts just popped in her head...
"Did you come here just to wash your face?"
The man's deep voice fell from above as he handed her a towel, "If you keep washing, your skin will peel off."
Amelia didn't take the towel, she grabbed some tissues, wiped her face hastily. Then she twisted a corner of the tissue into a thin strip and inserted it into her nostril to clean the remaining blood.
