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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.

what should we do now?” she asked, acknowledging the situation.

He restrained himself, his brow furrowing and fine beads of sweat forming on

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breath was

her fingers brushing against the clean stubble on the back

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

bed first. I’ll take a shower.”

be his comfort, but he seemed to

Imogen turned over, curling up

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

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sound of water stopped, and the bathroom door creaked open. Footsteps

rustling sound behind her, and Imogen felt the bed

the bed, and she tightened the blanket around her. “Are you feeling

whispered, “Go

utter another

breathing. Imogen couldn’t tell if Troy had fallen asleep. She lay still on the bed, her drowsiness dissipating, leaving her fully awake. After lying for too long, her body felt stiff, and she rolled over to

bed, heading towards the bathroom, and the sound of water started to

out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and adjusted his

you?” he asked in a low

shook

he asked again.

“Yes.”

tell

“Yes, please, thank you.”

English, British, Japanese, and German. When she couldn’t sleep, he would tell her German stories, even though she didn’t understand the language. Nevertheless, his calming voice always brought her comfort, filling the room with his warm and gentle voice,

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

no response from Imogen, it was evident that she had already fallen asleep. Troy gently tucked in the edge

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

silent and

screen, her eyes

holding

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