"Get out, I don't want to shower with you!"
Bertha's face is like a sunburnt apple. Seeing Amos grinning mischievously as he approaches her step by step, she instinctively wants to leave the bathroom, but the space is not large, and to get out she would have to pass by him.
Yet she has no other choice.
Seeing the girl trying to bolt out, Amos directly extended his arms, hooked her back by the waist, and naturally gathered her into his embrace.
"Why run? Don't you think we should cherish every second of the present?"
The warm breath of the man sprayed onto Bertha's face, making her feel ticklish, and the scent on him was pleasant, his usual shower gel fragrance, fresh and refreshing, making one's mood cheerful.
"What's there to cherish..."
As Bertha's words were cut short, the man's lips pressed down.
"I haven't showered yet..."
The next second, the shower was turned on, and all sounds were drowned out by the sound of water.
