In the evening, Lynch came out of the bathroom.
Nelly, feeling somewhat fatigued, got up from the bed and used a towel to wipe the droplets of water off Lynch's body.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Lynch was quite satisfied with his current appearance.
A handsome face, a slender physique, abundant physical strength and energy.
He felt that even if he didn't sleep for three days and nights, it wouldn't threaten his life.
Nelly draped a brand-new robe over Lynch's shoulders, and Lynch turned around, smiling as he gently touched her face, "If you're tired, go ahead and sleep. I still have some matters to attend to."
Nelly nodded, and, moving her somewhat sore legs, she entered the bathroom and slowly sat in the bathtub.
The bubbling and warm water washed over her weary body; she felt that at this moment, she could finally enjoy a moment of peace.
It's easier than before.
The first time, the second time, she felt very restrained when she was with Lynch.
