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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.

now?” she

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

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was extremely

neck, her fingers brushing against the clean stubble on the back of his neck as she whispered, “Take it easy, be gentler.”

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

bed first.

his comfort, but he seemed to be determined to stay loyal to Sarah, even if it meant enduring discomfort. With that, she realized it was just wishful

over, curling up

of water from the bathroom felt like cold raindrops falling on her heart. Even so, she still worried about him. Taking a cold shower at night might make him catch

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

Imogen felt the bed sink slightly

rush of cold air entered the bed, and she tightened the blanket around her. “Are you feeling

whispered, “Go to

utter another word.

her fully awake. After lying for too long, her body felt stiff, and

the blanket, and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom, and

the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and adjusted his position on the bed.

I disturb you?” he asked in a low

Imogen shook her

sleeping?” he asked

“Yes.”

like me to tell you a German story?”

“Yes, please, thank you.”

didn’t understand the language. Nevertheless, his calming voice always brought her

it lasted, but eventually, the room was filled with the sound

asleep. Troy gently tucked in the edge of the blanket, closed his

phone and, half–asleep, accidentally pressed the answer button.

remained silent and hung

the screen, her eyes widening in

holding Troy’s phone.

a note. She had mistakenly answered a call from