The splashing of water softly spread inside the bathroom as Thirteen helped Sherry bathe.
She had fully recovered after a good night's sleep, but for some reason, Thirteen was giving her the princess treatment.
"Um, I can wash myself, Zion."
"I know you can, but I insist."
That was the exchange that the two of them shared a few minutes ago, which left Sherry no choice but to let Thirteen wash her body, making sure that every nook and cranny was clean.
His gentle touch and the soft kisses that he planted on her skin made the young lady shudder.
Despite the cold water pouring from above, Thirteen had lit a fire inside of her body, making her feel as if her skin was burning.
After he finished washing her body, Thirteen carried her into the bathtub that could easily fit four people.
Sherry had lost the strength in her legs, so she had no choice but to cling to Zion, who gently lowered her to the bathtub so she could soak in warm water.
"Ngh… chu…"
