Apart from that, she could feel it, that part of his body was quietly awakening. If he punished her, no doubt the situation would be out of control, and he could have done it with her even if he was standing.
As expected, Monique became very obedient and released her hand from the door. She let him into the bathroom. The bathroom was spacious, it was larger than where she lived.
Henry tried to hold his urge not to look at her as he gently put her into the bathtub.
Monique did not know when the bathtub was filled with water, and the temperature was just right. It was comfortable.
“Come out and eat when you’re done.” His voice implied a trace of hoarse, he marched out to the door when he was done talking. He was a young man with a high-spirit after all. It was impossible for him to not have any reaction while he was carrying a delicate naked body. He tried his best to hold back his urge.
Monique was sitting in there, dumbfounded. It was so embarrassing that she did not dare to look at Henry.
What was she thinking! She had dirt all over her, the only reasonable reason to come in the bathroom was to take a bath.
“You can’t bath by yourself, do you need my help?” Henry walked back to the door entrance. He suddenly remembered she was injured, so he wondered if she could do it on her own. When he turned around and looked, he nearly had a nosebleed.
When he put her in, the water in the tub splashed on her hair, her short hair was sticking to her face as it was wet, her face was like a juicy ripe peach when he was seeing it through the mist. Without her makeup, she looked like a lotus flower rising out of water. The crystal clear water drop on her pale delicate collar bone was flowing down to her somewhat plump breast. At this moment, her body had a sense of irresistible attractiveness. When she quietly sat in there, it made him have an urge to rush toward her.
“I’m fine, I’m alright, I can do it on my own…” Monique looked up and saw the expression on Henry, her conditioning response was to quickly reply with a forced smile.
Her face could not be any redder than this, her heart was racing fast. How could she let a superior man like him help her bathe, and it was her first time to let a man watch her like this. She could die of shame.
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