The bathroom was filled with a faint fragrance, permeating the space with a sense of romance...
In the end, Aria Richardson felt she was being worn down to exhaustion.
"No... no more..."
Her soft voice sounded truly pitiful.
Wyatt Lewis gazed at her flushed cheeks with eyes full of amusement, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead tenderly.
But it wasn't easy for a man who had just tasted intimacy to accept her refusal.
After countless rounds of demands, Aria was completely drained of energy.
Wyatt lifted her limp body and carried her straight to the bathroom, placing her into a bathtub filled with warm water, where Aria let out a comfortable sigh.
Wyatt smiled, "Shall I help you wash?"
Upon hearing his words, Aria's tired and sleepy eyes opened immediately, her lashes fluttered as she recalled the restless moments just before. Worried about sparking another round, she pointed to the doorway, "You go out, I'll do it myself."
"Do you have the strength?"
