Basil Jaak finished his bath and walked out of the bathroom, only to see that Lydia White had already turned off the lights in the living room. He shook his head helplessly and, with some hesitation, steeled himself and entered the bedroom.
In the bedroom, only the dim red light of the bedside lamp was on, casting an ambiguous glow across the covers. Lydia had already seated herself on the bed in a white silk nightgown, her long hair loosely draped, and her cheeks adorned with a blush reminiscent of a bride on her wedding night.
Seeing her, Basil's heart swayed, and he really wanted to pounce on her and taste the beauty who was exuding a light, alluring fragrance. However, his rationality managed to suppress the impulse. He shut the bedroom door behind him and quietly asked Lydia, "I'm up here?"
At Basil's words, Lydia's cheeks grew even redder with coy shyness. She glanced at him, not responding, but she moved over to make room for him to sleep.
