Agnes knew Jared was a stickler for personal hygiene. He showered every day and never wore the same clothes for more than a day
“Let me adjust the water temperature for you,” she told him.
The hotel bathroom was a shower stall, and Agnes quickly had the temperature set just right
This was a five–star hotel, pajamas were provided, and as for what Jared was going to wear tomorrow, he’d probably have his assistant bring it over once he sobered up After a lot of hassling, Agnes finally got Jared into the bathroom, and he seemed to have sobered up a bit.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
When Agnes appeared from the bathroom, she checked the time.
She needed to leave, but she was a bit worried Then she thought, Jared’s not a kid, he’d probably just go to sleep after his shower, there wouldn’t be any problem.
As Agnes prepared to leave, just as she reached the door, she heard a clatter from the bathroom.
Agnes rushed in at once, opening the door to find Jared had fallen over. He hadn’t even stripped yet, his clothes were soaked through. But him sitting on the floor rubbing his forehead didn’t seem embarrassing, rather, it was kind of cute.
Agnes had never associated the word “cute” with Jared. But now, Jared seemed like a kid who’d done something wrong, a hint of a smile on his face, “Agnes, I fell.”
There was a touch of hurt in his voice; Agnes felt helpless.
Jared was as drunk as a skunk, what if something really happened?
She sighed, helping Jared up and said, “How could you be so careless, you haven’t even stripped, how are you going to shower?”
Jared gave a hard tug at his shirt but couldn’t get it off. Then, like a child, he looked to Agnes for help. “Help me.”
Agnes felt helpless, and she could only help Jared undo his shirt buttons.
Even though she was a bit shy, Jared was drunk, so Agnes treated him like a child that needed taking care of
But when she looked up, Agnes saw what seemed like a spark in Jared’s eyes. Before she could react, Jared grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest
By this point, Agnes was also soaked through, water dripping down her collar, like a silent temptation.
Jared’s body was burning hot. Agnes was taken aback. Before she could react, she found herself pinned against the bathroom door…
At one in the morning, they were still in the bathroom…
Agnes felt like she was falling apart, Jared’s stamina was astonishing. She was starting to doubt whether he was really drunk, God…
But she was really tired, and soon drifted off into a drowsy sleep.
Agnes had a gentle dream. She dreamt she was soaking in a hot spring, someone was caressing her whole body, then placed her on a soft marshmallow. The marshmallow was sweet, soft and comfy, Agnes let out a few satisfied sighs and soon slipped into dreamland.