She knew that under his gaze, she definitely didn't have the courage to take a bath.
Fortunately, he was not the frivolous, impatient sort of man... nor would he make things difficult for her. He conscientiously left, leaving her alone.
She moved to the door, quietly opened a crack to peek out, and saw his tall figure on the living room sofa, holding a peculiar drift bottle...
What's so fascinating about a strange bottle? This man is really odd!
Never mind him.
She walked barefoot across the soft carpet towards the bathroom, surrounded by silence.
The warm water helped wash away the grime from the journey; after the bath, she felt much more relaxed, and wrapped in a towel, she entered the bedroom.
She opened the suitcase she had brought with her.
All the long dresses, cosmetics, she had prepared everything in advance, taking them out one by one.
