Rebecca Quentin took the robe and immediately walked into the bathroom.
Taking a comfortable hot shower after being caught in the rain seemed like a wonderful enjoyment.
When Rebecca Quentin came out of the bathroom, she had washed away her melancholy and fatigue, and she looked as if she was glowing.
She was wearing a white robe from the motel, simply tied with a belt. It was the most basic style of a robe, yet on her, it appeared particularly alluring. Her slender waist, her exposed white ankles, and the way she looked relaxed and steady in her slippers, all made him deeply fascinated.
Her hair was naturally long, and after washing, it draped over her shoulders like a waterfall. Evidently, she had towel-dried it half-dry, droplets of water gleamed at the tips, sparkling under the open room light.
