Chapter 360
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She tried to find a reason to refuse, but Shane quickly stopped her. 'I'm just going to take a shower. If you disagree with me, I'll be upset, I'll have angina again."
As he spoke, his eyes were sad, his fingers squeezed his chest tightly, and he leaned into her arms and moaned softly.
Bertha sighed helplessly, since Shane couldn't hide his illness, he looked more pitiful and professional.
However, she still tolerates his tricks from time to time.
'Stop pretending, I'll go turn on the hot water for you."
The corners of someone's mouth were slightly satisfied and curved up.
Bertha stood up and went into the bathroom, turned up the temperature of the bathroom heater, she helped him fill the bathtub with water, took the shower gel into her palm, dropped it into the water, and stirred it to create foam.
When it was warm in the bathroom, Bertha called to him. 'You can shower now, come in."
Shane's long legs walked into the bathroom, he was wearing the cotton pajamas that Bertha had just bought.
Bertha tested the water temperature again and nodded.
She turned her head, someone was still standing there stunned, like a piece of wood.
'Why don't you take off your clothes?"
Shane raised half his arm, his fingers hanging empty, his black eyes warmly staring at her. 'My arms don't have any strength anymore…"
Bertha's face darkened, she quickly undressed him, gritting her teeth and complaining. 'You're sick now, I'm used to it, you just keep pretending. Until you recover, just wait and see."
When Shane heard that, his eyes dropped, and his whole body fell weakly against her upper body, resting his chin on her shoulder, he pretended. 'You are cruel to me, this illness of mine will not recover…"
"Blabbing."
Bertha glared at him. She angrily pinched his firm and elastic rear buttocks.
Someone hissed softly in pain, he buried his face in her shoulder and quietly swallowed all the bitter emotions.
Bertha stood up straight and lifted his face with both hands, her eyes serious and insistent. 'Shane, I'm here. At any time, you must not give up hope of continuing to live."
She will help him live a healthy life.
No matter how high the price must be.
Shane felt pain inside.
To comfort Bertha, he smiled and nodded, he changed the subject and took her small hand, slowly placing it between his legs.
There was an evil glint in his deep black eyes. "Do you like it?"
Bertha gently squeezed it a few times, she seriously felt it and nodded. 'Um. Cute."
Shane immediately frowned, he became bored again.
Cute?
For men, this word is to describe a petite girl.
It's not cute, it's powerful.
Bertha felt his sadness, she gently bit his thin lips. 'It's also very cute right now, I know you're very powerful. Wait until you get better so you can prove it to me."
He didn't say anything, in his heart he reluctantly felt a little better.
Later, he would do it seven times a night. Ten days and ten nights.
Bertha sat him down in the bubble bath, she helped him wet his shoulders and neck, covering his sexy, honey-colored skin with white foam. 'You soak your body for fifteen minutes, I'll scrub your back later."
She used a clean towel to wipe her hands. She turned around to go out, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man in the bathtub, forcefully pulling her towards him.
'We have to soak our bodies together to warm up."
Bertha was unprepared, she couldn't bear his sudden strength, her whole body fell backward, suddenly falling into the bathtub.
Shane had prepared very carefully, his other palm used his strength to hold her small butt tightly to reduce the force when she fell.
Supported by his palm, Bertha's body did not splash much foam when falling into the bathtub.
However, the water level overflowed.
Bertha lowered her head, glanced at her silk nightgown, which was soaked, and gritted her teeth as she looked at him.
'Shane. What did you do?"
He lay on his back, lazily leaning back, his hands placed on either side of the bathtub, open in the middle.
His look was like 'I'm waiting for you to punish me."
'Being able to be punished by you right in the bathroom is quite fun."
When he said this, he slightly raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled up in evil, smiling very cunningly.
Bertha coldly and arrogantly glanced at him and said nothing.
Seeing Bertha ignoring him, Shane lowered his long eyelashes, he was dissatisfied and pinched his abdominal muscles.
Confirm again.
His abs still have eight packs.
Why...
He is a bit resentful. 'Bertha, don't you want me?"
The bathtub was full of mist, and the mist covered his handsome face.
His firm honey-colored skin was sticky with bubbles, his long curled eyelashes were drenched by water, and his deep black eyes sparkled, staring at Bertha expectantly.
Bertha closed her eyes, and without looking at him, she took a deep breath.
She knew that this man was looking for an opportunity.
She shouldn't have helped him bathe. She almost fell into his trap.
She kept admonishing herself silently.
Shane is sick.
Can't touch him.
As she kept taking deep breaths, Shane was not idle either.
Those hands were hidden under the white snow foam and quietly reached out towards her.
Wandering, caressing, teasing...
Bertha's eyelashes trembled endlessly, and under his teasing, her ears turned red.
She tried to endure it, endured it again, but was about to give up.
'Shane! Your claws are not at peace, I will remove them for you."
She picked up the wooden bath brush from the shelf and glared at him angrily, her whole body exuding a threatening aura.
...
Ten minutes later.
The bathroom was thick with white fog, the atmosphere was a bit unusual.
Bertha put down the wooden bath brush and let out a long breath.
After beating Shane, he became more honest, and she felt much more comfortable in her heart.
But Shane is no good.
