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Imogen gestured towards the bathroom and said, “I’m finished. You can go ahead and wash. up.”

Quickly, Troy took his pajamas and entered the bathroom. As Troy gracefully stepped into the bathroom, he was greeted by an enchanting aroma that filled the air like a gentle embrace. The delightful fragrance of shower gel danced around him. And he noticed the clear separation between the dry and wet areas.

It was the same scent that lingered on Imogen‘ s body. The aroma traveled up Troy‘ s nose and nerves, reaching his brain, causing a stirring sensation within him.

Troy’s body began to simmer with an intense heat, making him feel increasingly restless. With closed eyes, his mind was flooded with vivid images of his intimate moments with Imogen, making it all the more unbearable.

Meanwhile, Imogen sat on the bed, casually scrolling through her phone before preparing to go to sleep. However, as time passed, she couldn’t help but notice that Troy had been in the bathroom for quite a while, and there was no sound of running water.

Growing suspicious, Imogen lifted the blanket and stepped out of bed, making her way to the bathroom door. As she approached, she could faintly hear heavy breathing emanating from

inside.

Within mere seconds, realization struck her, and her face flushed red. Hurriedly, she returned to bed, fully aware of what Troy was doing there.

After a while, the sound of water started to patter in the bathroom, and it didn’t take long for it to cease. Soon, Troy emerged from the bathroom.

Beside her, Imogen felt the mattress sink as Troy settled down. After a while, she drifted off to sleep.

In the middle of the night, she found herself in a half–asleep, half–awake state, and it seemed like she heard heavy breathing in her ear. Imogen woke up and realized that the gasping sound wasn’t from her dream but from Troy, who was lying beside her.

She glanced at him in the soft moonlight and asked, “Troy, are you asleep?”

“No,” Troy replied in a hoarse voice.

Startled by his red face, Imogen inquired, “Why is your face so red?”

Imogen abruptly reached out and touched Troy‘ s forehead, only to realize that he was burning

hot.

“Troy, do you have a fever?” Imogen asked with concern as she sat up in bed,

As her cool hands touched his forehead, it felt like a refreshing rain after a long drought, and Troy couldn’t help but grasp her hand and press it against his face. In the dim light, his burning gaze

met hers.

“It’s not a fever. It’s the soup I had earlier tonight,” he explained.

It must have been a strong tonic soup, and Imogen, with her experience, quickly realized what might be happening.

should we do now?”

him, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. He restrained himself, his brow furrowing and fine beads of sweat forming on his

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breath was extremely

arms around his neck, her fingers brushing against the clean stubble on the back of his neck as she whispered, “Take it easy,

and buried his head in the crook of Imogen’s neck. Suddenly, he abruptly got

bed first. I’ll take a shower.”

wanted to be his comfort, but

curling up half–heartedly,

felt like cold raindrops falling on her heart. Even so, she still worried about him. Taking a cold

she interfere if he was willing to eat spicy food for Sarah, disregarding his own

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water stopped, and the bathroom door creaked open. Footsteps

Imogen felt the bed sink slightly as Troy settled in.

tightened the blanket around her. “Are you

“Go

utter another

awake. After lying for too long, her body felt stiff, and she rolled over to find a more comfortable position. And after an unknown amount of time, Troy cleared

got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom, and the sound of water started

wrapped in a towel, and adjusted his position on

a low voice as he

shook her head.

trouble sleeping?” he

“Yes.”

you like me to tell you a German

“Yes,

her German stories, even though she didn’t understand the

listened intently. It was impossible to tell how long it lasted, but eventually, the room was filled with the sound of even

was evident that she had already fallen asleep. Troy gently tucked in

a hazy moment, the phone rang. Imogen touched the phone and, half–asleep, accidentally pressed the answer button. “Who is ?”

silent and

the screen, her eyes widening

was holding

and scribbled “Sarah” on a note. She had mistakenly answered a call