After dinner, Betty had run to Bryson's room, and asked him to help her wash her hair. Bryson took a chair into the bathroom and filled it with half a bathtub's worth of water, then laid down on a long, soft sofa, with her head gently resting on Bryson's thigh.
Betty's beautiful face slightly blushed. She had to lie like this on his lap, pretty close to where he was male. When she thought about the first time she met him, she pulled his towel and looked at his naked body.
Even now, she still felt her face burning.
Bryson held her head and let her hair fall into the water as if he was washing her hair. Just now, he had checked her wounds and they were already scarred.
Betty comfortably squinted her eyes. Looking at this man's face from bottom to top, there was actually a different angle
