Zoey turned around and instinctively crossed her arms in front of her.
Russell walked slowly towards her, his voice hoarse and his Adam's apple bobbing, "Zoey."
The splashes of water from the shower fell on her dark hair, splattering and shattering on her long, feather-like eyelashes.
She trembled her eyelashes and asked, "Mom, are you still feeling okay emotionally?"
Russell stepped forward, bowed his head and touched his forehead against hers, his nose lightly brushing against hers. "Are you sure you want to talk about something else at this moment?"
Zoey wrapped her hands around the man's neck and pressed downwards, while also lifting her toes, and kissed his thin lips.
Their breaths were inseparable, with the man's hands supporting her hips as they leaned against the tiles.
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