Hanson was not aware of how difficult it would be to have his significant other help out with his bath until today.
Vania dusted off the non-existent particles on her hands, as though she had made a big accomplishment. "Okay. This will do."
While they were heading toward the bathroom, she glanced at his shirt before smacking her head lightly upon that realization. "Oh! I forgot to ask you to remove your clothes before wrapping your hand. I guess we have no choice but to cut it off."
Her mind was so focused on deflecting Hanson's advances that she had forgotten such a trivial matter of removing clothes.
Although he would not mind her cutting tens or hundreds of his shirts as long as she wanted to, he thought of an idea and lifted his brow at her. "It's a custom-made piece that is one and only in the world. No one can afford the same one."
Noticing the golden strips on the shirt, Vania frowned in distress. "But if we don't cut it, you'll have to bathe while wearing it. If you don't mind, I'm totally fine with it."
He snorted upon hearing that. She and her glib words.
Gazing at her smug face, Hanson eventually gave in as he kneaded his forehead. "Fine, just cut it. But you gotta buy me a new one."
Now that Vania had the upper hand against him, she rejoiced at her victory and took it at face value. How hard would it possibly be for a boss to purchase a new shirt? She gladly gave her word. "Sure."
Now that Vania had the upper hand against him, she rejoiced at her victory and took it at face value. How hard would it possibly be for a boss to purchase a new shirt? She gladly gave her word. "Sure."
Even so, she was oblivious of her future where she was going to be responsible for all his new clothes because of that one single promise. She was going to regret the day for a lifetime.
Back to the present, he extended his arms upon receiving a promise. "Here."
While holding a pair of scissors, she cut the shirt with swift movements to reveal his chiseled body before her.
Gazing at the well-defined abs, Vania's chest was rapidly rising as she gulped nervously. She held onto the last string of rationality by dashing out of the bathroom pathetically.
Soon, she came back with a new bathrobe and tossed it onto his body to cover his muscular body. It was not until then that she felt much better.
Vania patted her chest as she heaved a sigh of relief before looking at her man awkwardly. "Step aside. You can come in after I've prepared the water."
Hanson chuckled at her bashful face, but he did not plan to go easy on her just yet. "I'm still wearing pants, though."
Although she was vexed yet embarrassed, she tried to suppress the urge from gagging him. Seriously, can't you stay quiet for once?
Still, she feigned composure on the surface. "That one can wait."
Noticing that she was gritting her teeth, he zipped his mouth meekly. It was best for him to stay obedient for now so as to not ruin his plan. Otherwise, he would need to shower all by himself, rendering his effort in vain.
"Okay." He stood aside as his mind whirred with lecherous images.
A wave of relief showered her as she patted her hot cheeks lightly before walking toward the bathtub. Not only did she prepare the water, she even sprinkled some rose petals in it.
Once that was done, Vania finally piped up, "Done. You may come now."
However, Hanson trod toward her side and stopped. He looked at her before glancing at his pants, signaling her on what she should do next.
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