"Mhm." Adrian Zhekova leaned against the edge of the bathtub, holding Cindy Clarke in his arms.
He felt too lazy to leave the tub.
After all, the water inside was still at a scalding temperature.
Cindy felt soft and warm in his arms, making it all the more comfortable.
He couldn't part with this sense of contentment for a moment.
His palm unconsciously caressed her stomach.
Every now and then, he would change places.
Aimlessly, he went wherever his hands landed.
There was no hidden intention, just like playing with a toy.
Fearing that Adrian wouldn't be able to control himself, Cindy hurriedly said, "We've soaked enough; let's get out, shall we?"
She still had questions to ask.
Adrian only then drained the water.
Cindy had regained a bit of strength and took a towel to wipe herself dry.
She grabbed another dry towel and was about to wrap it around herself when Adrian stopped her, "We'll go to bed in a bit, why bother with a towel?"
