The soft, gentle voice came out, and Keane Lowell was momentarily stunned.
He immediately understood the meaning behind her words.
It was probably because, while she was copying books with a pure heart, her mind wandered off course, and when he caught her, she blushed shyly.
And after he said something, she couldn't resist retorting.
Thinking of this.
For some inexplicable reason, he couldn't help but laugh.
He couldn't control his affection for her, so he held her tighter, planted a kiss on the back of her neck, and said softly, almost tenderly, "From now on, if the bathroom door isn't shut, you can come in anytime."
Claire Prescott felt a burst of awkwardness crawling up her body, burying her head under the covers.
It seemed he didn't mind her desire for him, nor did he care whether she was reserved. Instead, he openly welcomed her and dealt with the matter of desire with a calm and ease, without a hint of shame.
She didn't respond.
