Luna watched Blaze warily as he bent over to pull a bath towel from a drawer.
As he moved, the muscles in his long, powerful legs flexed. The lines of his calves were smooth and handso, exuding a sense of strength.
She didn’t dare let her gaze travel upward, afraid of seeing the power coiled beneath his dark blue underwear.
’Right, he should just wrap that towel around his lower body.’
’Ah, no, that’s not what I want.’
’It’s... Blaze, don’t co over here!’
’This brain of mine!’
Luna grumbled silently.
Luna knew that through the frosted glass, he couldn’t see her standing naked in the shower stall.
But her mind, refusing to obey her will, dredged up all the mories of things that had once happened in this very shower.
Luna’s face burned with embarrassnt.
Before she could react, Blaze pushed the shower door open without any resistance.
Blaze was coming in, and she didn’t have a single scrap of fabric to cover herself.
She instinctively reached out to close it, but it was too late.
Luna’s heart pounded wildly—THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. She couldn’t find anywhere to hide, so her first instinct was to squat down.
’Right, if I squat down, he won’t see anything.’
But to her surprise, Blaze only pushed the door open a crack and held out the bath towel. His voice, as calm as ever, followed.
"Wrap this around yourself first, then I’ll co in."
’Blaze is being this considerate? Why would he pass up such a golden opportunity?’
Luna froze for a few seconds before reaching out to take the towel from Blaze’s hand.
Of course she was happy to have soone help her wash her hair.
It would save her from the ache in her arms that always forced her to stop five or six tis, wasting water and ti.
She wrapped the towel around herself, just above her chest, tucking the end in securely.
Luna looked down at her swelling breasts. In the last trister, her body was preparing to welco a new life.
Once she had everything arranged and was sure the towel wouldn’t co loose, she told Blaze, "I’m ready."
Blaze then pushed the door open and stepped inside.
A cool draft blew in, and Luna took two steps further into the stall to make more room for Blaze behind her.
"Which rinse is this?" Blaze asked from behind her, his tone as normal and caring as when he usually asked if she wanted so water.
"The first one. My arms get sore easily, so I’m a little slow." Luna also made small talk, trying to treat this as just an ordinary hair-washing session.
Blaze’s long fingers combed through her hair, gathering the long locks she had been massaging on top of her head and pulling them toward the back.
He applied the perfect amount of pressure, enough to work the lather down to her scalp and wash away the oils, while also massaging her head and helping her to gradually relax.
Luna propped her hands against the wall, using it for support to ease the burden of her weight on her legs.
Seeing this, Blaze took a small washcloth hanging on the side and handed it to her. "Press on this instead. The wall is too cold."
Luna obediently listened to him and did as he said.
’He’s so thoughtful and ticulous.’
"I’m going to start rinsing out the suds. Tilt your head back."
As he spoke, Blaze picked up the showerhead and patiently rinsed out the suds, bit by bit. He used a cloth to wipe the water from her forehead to keep it from running into her eyes.
Then he squeezed out more shampoo and began the second wash.
And so, Blaze finished washing her hair. While waiting the three minutes for her conditioner to set, he even washed his own hair.
Throughout the entire process, Blaze made no untoward moves.
Even at the end, Blaze was worried she couldn’t reach her own back, so he offered to help wash it.
Residue from the shampoo and conditioner could clog her pores, so she had to undo the towel and hold it to her chest while he helped wash her back.
During this ti, Blaze simply lathered up so soap and used a bath brush to scrub her back.
After washing her back, Blaze quickly rinsed himself off and got out.
He left her alone in the bathroom, a dry-hair cap on her head, to slowly wash the rest of her body.
Luna was very satisfied with this bathing experience.
If Blaze could be like this every ti, not pestering her to satisfy him like he used to, she would still be willing to let him help wash her hair.
When she ca out after applying her stretch mark prevention oil, Blaze was already dressed and waiting for her with a hairdryer by his side.
The night air had grown warm, and with Luna’s pregnancy, her body temperature was a little higher than usual.
Blaze was still in long-sleeved pajamas, while she was already wearing a short pajama set.
Even pregnant, her limbs were still slender. The sight of her fair, well-proportioned legs, exposed to the air, made Blaze’s Adam’s apple bob.
"Co here so I can dry your hair." As soon as Blaze spoke, she obediently went and sat down.
Now that her hair had grown long, blow-drying it took a lot of ti, so Blaze had always been the one to do it for her.
She sat on the sofa, her hand naturally gripping the fabric of Blaze’s clothes at his waist.
"Did you put on body lotion?" Blaze asked her.
"I did."
Her belly was so big now that it was inconvenient to apply lotion all over her body; she could only manage certain parts.
’Applying it to so parts still counts as applying it.’
If she said she hadn’t, Blaze would definitely help her do it.
In the bathroom, Blaze hadn’t done anything to her, but she had seen his body’s reaction.
Blaze didn’t say anything more. The only sound in the walk-in closet was the hum of the hairdryer.
The hot air from the dryer made her cheeks flush red.
When Blaze ca back from putting the hairdryer away, Luna saw what he was holding, and her face grew even hotter.
Blaze said, "The doctor told you your skin is too sensitive and delicate. The body lotion creates a protective barrier, so you have to apply it consistently after every shower."
He was telling the truth. Before, when her allergies were severe, just wearing pants would leave the imprint of the waistband around her abdon, her skin turning so red it looked like it might bleed.
Looking ashad, Luna confessed, "I already did my arms, my butt, and the front. You can just help with my back and legs."
Hearing this, Blaze was about to say she was being naughty and had learned to lie.
But he quickly realized she was just too thin-skinned and was embarrassed to ask for his help.
After all, before, when her body was still relatively nimble, she had always applied it herself.
It was only when she could no longer reach certain spots, yet was too embarrassed to ask him, that her skin had beco so sensitive.
Later, after the doctor insisted on her using body lotion, he couldn’t help but take a little advantage every ti he supervised her application.
Back then, during her second trister, as long as they were careful, doing a little sothing wouldn’t have caused any problems.
She knew about the "poison" in his body, and he had used that "poison" as an excuse to get her help quite often.
But now, in her third trister, she clearly didn’t trust him, which was probably why she was unwilling to ask for help on her own.
He had seen the wariness in her eyes quite clearly when he entered the bathroom earlier.
Thinking of all this, Blaze didn’t say anything and just focused on applying the lotion.
After finishing her back, Blaze squatted in front of her and had her place her foot on his thigh.
Feeling the firm, bulging strength of the muscle beneath her foot, Luna felt a wave of heat surge to her face.
She looked up at the clothes in the walk-in closet, at the watches and jewelry in the cabinets—anywhere but at Blaze.
His warm, large hands, slick with lotion, rubbed over her leg. As they passed her calf, he gently squeezed the muscle there.
After the tingling, sore sensation passed, Luna’s entire body relaxed.
Once everything was done and she was lying in bed, she couldn’t help but sigh in contentnt. ’It’s so nice to have soone take care of you personally.’
’No wonder all those young ladies in ancient tis liked having personal maids to attend to them.’
"Did you forget sothing important?"
Blaze’s voice suddenly cut through the sound of a babbling brook in the room.
"No, I rember everything."
Luna said, snuggling up to him on her own accord.
"Thank you for today," Luna said, her voice laced with comfort now that she was thoroughly pampered.
"I took good care of you, didn’t I?"
"Very good."
"From now on, I’ll take care of you every ti you shower, just like today?" Blaze asked.
"Okay," Luna replied happily.
Little did she know this was just Blaze’s tactic of lulling her into a false sense of security.
From now on... that ant every single day from today onward!
Blaze’s triumphant dark eyes seed to gleam in the moonlight.
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