Walking down a short corridor, they reached Mark Reed's sleeping quarters.
The spacious soft bed, plush and inviting, looked incredibly comfortable.
Mark Reed sat at the edge of the bed, already having removed his shirt, and stood up upon seeing Valentine Teller.
"I can't bathe for a while, could you help me wipe down?"
Mark Reed brushed past Valentine Teller and walked straight into the bathroom.
Valentine Teller, surrounded by his scent, followed in, filled a basin with water as instructed, and carefully wiped his body with a towel.
The oversized nightwear on her hid her graceful curves, yet exuded a certain lazy beauty.
Mark Reed smiled faintly, contentedly appreciating her bashful demeanor.
His nightwear wrapped around her as if enveloping her in his embrace, making him feel an odd sense of intimacy.
In this moment, Mark Reed profoundly felt the difference between Valentine Teller and Claudia Ross.
