Lucia shuddered by how deep and rough Gatsone's voice was when he warned her. She liked how she was threatened, but there was no threat.
"I should continue washing you now," Lucia stated, ignoring Gastone's words. "But this cloth seems ineffective," she added before dropping the cloth on the floor.
"What are you doing!?" Gastone exclaimed in surprise when Lucia stood in front of him. He closed his eyes after seeing her legs.
"I'm washing you," Lucia replied, sitting on the other stool. She found it funny how Gastone tried to avoid looking at all costs. Although it hurt her a bit on her self-confidence.
"Lucia… Enough of this!" Gastone shouted and stood up, keeping his eyes closed. He turned around but was stopped when Lucia pulled him back.
"Gastone… please… stay," Lucia muttered, gripping his arm tightly. She didn't want to waste the opportunity by being emotionally weak compared to him.
