"Sorry," he mumbled once his heightened senses had calmed down. "I soiled your hand." He was still lying on top of her, his body refusing to move.
"It's sticky," Aselia complained, finally withdrawing her hand and showing it to him. She was shocked and embarrassed at the same time.
Xiran laughed so hard at the innocent face she made. "It is, come I will clean you up," he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Removing her shirt he made her stand under the shower and turned it on.
"This is the fourth time I am getting myself wet today," Aselia sighed, she was tired and cold now.
"I am sorry, I promise it's the last. I will dry your hair and let you sleep in peace after this, just hang in there for a bit," Xiran mumbled, knowing she must be cold.
