Baron Lawrence was breathing fiercely, a damned familiar surge arising in his abdomen. He released Enna Clark's shoulders and immediately said, "I'm going to take a shower!"
He needed to cool down; otherwise, he was afraid things would go too far.
Although these past few days, he had already been tempted several times to let things go too far!
Enna wasn't faring much better, her cheeks flushed red, her tongue still tingling with an electric sensation. Amid her embarrassment, she didn't forget the important matter, "Baron Lawrence, your back..." mustn't get wet!
The man with long strides had already entered the bathroom, and his deep voice came from inside, "I know!"
Then, the sound of running water filled the air...
As he went to shower, the heat on Enna's cheeks slowly subsided. She poured a glass of water, found the anti-inflammatory drug, and set it out.
By the time she had finished, the man from the bathroom had come out.