This sort of thing, no matter how many times, Purple Summers could never get used to.
Possibly because she had psychologically accepted Alexander Summers, so she didn't feel as disgusted as before... but still, there was a bit, um, a bit of slight disgust.
Not just on her hands...
Her body would also get some on it...
Purple Summers sighed silently, consoling herself: Back then, when the corpse was decomposing to such an extent, he could still kiss it, so I shouldn't be disgusted by him, I can endure... just bear with it!
That stuff was actually just some water and protein.
Think positively about it.
Purple Summers got out of bed, preparing to take another shower.
Alexander Summers wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back to the bed and wiped her clean with a few wet wipes.
Her waist was slender and soft, her skin as smooth and delicate as white jade, giving off a faint pearlescent glow, and felt slippery like tender tofu when touched.
