A certain red haired and blue haired mediator crowded the left side of the bed, their eyes glued to the sleeping and snuggling woman by the bed.
Her hair was slightly damp, skin glowing and looking supple, her lips were glossy, with her sleeping clothes engulfing her form in the best way possible— all because she had just done being bathed by the fourth husband.
Alhai kept his word and gave Coco a bath, albeit reluctantly, but fully willing.
Coco woke up while she was getting dragged inside the bathroom and was confused as to why she was being led inside, but she felt even more puzzled when she saw who was carrying her.
"Sleep." Alhai had grunted out when her confused gaze met his stern ones. "I'll give you a quick bath because you reek of sweat and are covered in dirt."
The silver haired mediator just knew that when Coco nodded her head in understanding, wobbly and quite heavily, she wouldn't remember a thing about it by the next time she woke up.
