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Sheena rolled her eyes at him.

Elliot was simply too shameless!

Seeing Sheena ignoring him, Elliot appeared dissatisfied and repeatedly pinched his abdominal

muscles.

His abs were still there, an impressive eight–pack!

So why….

He felt a bit aggrieved. “Nana, I’m still the same as before! Don’t you want to touch my abs?”

In the mist–filled bathtub, his handsome face acquired a hazy allure. Bubbles clung to his well- defined honey–toned skin, and the damp curls of his eyelashes glistened with water droplets.

His deep black eyes shimmered with anticipation, fixed on Sheena.

Sheena closed her eyes, refusing to look at him, and took a deep breath. She knew this troublemaker could not be trusted when given the chance.

She should not have agreed to help him bathe. She almost fell into his trap again!

Her inner voice kept reminding her, ‘Elliot is sick! Sick! Sick! No touching! No messing around!‘

While she continued taking deep breaths, Elliot was not idle.

She kept enduring, but her patience had limits.

“Elliot! Your hands are so restless! Let me help you with that!”

She turned around, grabbed a wooden bath brush from the shelf, and glared at him threateningly.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom was filled with thick white mist, creating an atmosphere that felt somewhat out of the ordinary.

Sheena put down the wooden bath brush, released a long sigh, and felt a sense of relief. After giving Elliot a sound thrashing, he became more obedient, and she felt much better.

However, Elliot was not coping as well. He stared at his hands, carefully soothing the reddened and swollen palms.

Sheena just coldly glanced at his palms and continued to focus on scrubbing his back.

That was the first time Sheena did not immediately console Elliot after punishing him, and he felt aggrieved.

Intense unwilling compelled him to raise his hands slightly, and his black eyes conveyed a sense

of grievance, silently complaining to her that it was hurting!

With a poker face, Sheena acted as if she did not understand. She glared at him coldly and asked, Was that not enough? Do you want more?”

As she spoke, she pretended to grab the bath brush again.

Elliot promptly withdrew his hands, hiding them in the water, obediently lowering his head. He was upset, yet he dared not provoke her.

Sheena did not know what he was thinking, but seeing that he had finally stopped making trouble, she let out a sigh of relief.

Elliot pretending to be well–behaved was the most pleasing treat to her eyes!

After scrubbing his back, she glanced at the shampoo nearby, squeezed a handful into her palm, and then applied it to his head. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Sheena was rough and forceful, rubbing his head randomly, much like bathing a pet.

Elliot frowned. “Be gentle.”

Sheena was displeased. “Now you’re trying to order me around? Why don’t wash it yourself?”

“No… It’s fine! Continue.

Elliot endured the discomfort, letting her have her way.