Suzanne Trent was really exhausted. Her period visited her... She herself... didn't do anything...
Yet in the end, she was soaked by the shower water, so tired she didn't even want to lift a hand. She leaned weakly against Mason King, no longer caring about her appearance, being washed clean and carried out of the bathroom by the man.
When she was carried out, Suzanne couldn't help but worry about her sanitary pad, whether it was properly placed or not, lest it stain his clothes or bed. Her face was a mix of exhaustion and embarrassment from her period.
However, she underestimated how irresistible she was at this moment. Her face, which could make Emily Trent jealous since childhood, naturally wouldn't be bad.
Having just been hurriedly cleaned by the man, her body now carried a fresh scent of shower gel, the same as his. Her slightly wet long hair cascaded softly over her shoulders, with a faint curl at the ends.
Half girlish charm and half womanly allure.