Matilda Jenkins touched his hair, it was already half dry. She put down the towel and massaged his head.
But after a few moments, Nolan Morrison felt that the places where her small hands pressed were tingling, as if carrying an electric current. It was the first time he realized that his scalp was so sensitive.
Nolan Morrison grabbed Matilda Jenkins' hand and pulled her to him: "Stop pressing."
Matilda Jenkins was puzzled and asked, "What's the matter? Am I pressing too hard?"
Nolan Morrison's eyes were dark, and a light blush spread over his snow-white skin. He curled the corner of his mouth, his smile was bewitching.
"No, it's just there are other places that need your attention more."
Matilda Jenkins felt her heart pounding wildly. She swallowed, "Whe...re?"
Nolan Morrison guided her hand downwards: "Here..."
Matilda Jenkins' hand trembled slightly, and her face turned crimson as if she could hear the sizzling of smoke, "Don't be like this, take care of your body."
