Chapter 93: Absolutely Dashing
She stood stiffly in the bathroom, slowly taking off her shoes. Although she desperately wanted to take a bath, bathing in the military camp was like going to war—three minutes for a shower, five minutes for washing hair, with hot water rationed. After twenty days of training, she never felt clean. Now, in this hotel, there was a shower and even an automatic bathtub; it almost made her drool.
But outside the glass, a pair of lecherous eyes were watching, how could she bathe freely without any burden?
Herbert Bradley continued to strike seductive poses, taking the rose from his lips and plucking the petals one by one, tossing them onto the bed.
Aurora Geordie felt like crying but had no tears, slowly taking off her top, about to remove her undershirt when
