The steaming mist filled the air, and for a moment, Cecilia Vaughn could almost not see the man's face clearly.
Yet, the large hand Adrian Law placed on her butterfly bone asserted an undeniable presence. Perhaps due to years of special training, the man's hand was not as smooth as those of a typical nobleman—rather, it was slightly rough with thin calluses.
His large hand moved downward, tracing the arc on Cecilia Vaughn's back, bringing a heat more searing than the hot water.
"Don't touch there, it tickles..."
Feeling the man's fingertips swirling at the hollow of her waist, Cecilia Vaughn's cheeks tinged with a soft, rose-like blush.
She lifted her eyes, attempting to slightly distance herself from Adrian Law.
However, this action did not only fail to separate them but made Cecilia Vaughn distinctly feel Adrian Law's distinctly defined muscles.
Her face became astonishingly hotter.
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