South Grant gave up trying to cover, simply stopped bothering, and wrapped her arms around Nathan Foster's neck, hanging onto him.
This way, he couldn't lower his head and see the scenery in front of her chest.
Nathan Foster casually grabbed a towel from the wall and wrapped it around her.
Then Nathan Foster turned around and left. South Grant stared blankly at his departing figure. Nowadays Nathan Foster was becoming more and more unpredictable. A couple of years ago, he was still often physical with her.
Now he's as celibate as a monk.
Now I'm all grown up, of marriageable age. I can eat, be touched, do anything, yet he's become well-behaved.
South Grant pouted, changed into pajamas, and went out.
Nathan Foster went to the downstairs bathroom, not in the bedroom.
South Grant found a black slip sexy nightgown she had prepared earlier in the wardrobe, quietly changed into it, lay on the bed in what she thought was a seductive pose, waiting for Nathan Foster to come up.
