That dear old woman had done so much for them. They were just too young back then to understand the meaning of "wanting to care for your parents, only to find they are gone."
"'Our past?'" Ashley Bowen blushed, her heart racing. "Ahem, ahem." She feigned a cough, stunned by this strange story from their past.
'I never thought our past would be so... intense. Not only did we mess around in the bathroom, but we also played with live secret recordings...'
"You have some... intense tastes," she said, suddenly looking up at him, her eyes filled with affection.
Yuri Sinclair just smiled faintly, removed his clothes, and stepped into the bathtub.
Ashley Bowen quickly hugged her knees, shyly burying her face between them.
"Relax, I'm not going to do anything to you in here. Let's just have a nice bath and talk. Here, you can scrub my back." Yuri Sinclair's voice was calm, as if he had drifted into a sorrowful memory.
