Allen drove the car to the "Water of the Woods" bathing center, picked up the sleeping Anne and walked inside. This bathing center was his private bathhouse.

He instructed the servants to soak the herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. The little woman had bruises on her body that had to be dissolved.

"Get up."

His slender fingertips nudged Anne's cheek, "I will help you to wash if you don't get up."

After saying that, without waiting for her reaction, he directly took off her clothes like peeling the dumplings and gently put her in the bath.

The water was just warm enough that Anne thought she'd reached a comfortable warm bed and pillowed down on Allen's arm. Trying to move his arm, but Harris eventually didn't draw his arm back, only using his other hand to help her bathe.

He finished washing.

His long fingers stroked over the kiss marks and bruises all over her body, and his chest seemed to have been hit by something, and the heartache spread out, spreading everywhere with the circulation of blood.

This heartache made him restrain his mind and put his physical needs behind him.

After taking the medicated bath, he took her into the hot spring and washed her gently.

His movements were gentle as water, which was without the slightest sense of contradiction.

He was so preoccupied with this task that he completely forgot that two days ago, he had treated women like flood beasts, and now he was disguised as a faithful dog and didn't know it.

After showering, Allen carried Anne to the soft collapse to cover her up, and helped her to fix her hair. He redid a braid along her fishbone braid.

The air smelled ethereal of pampering.

Atsushi ...

The maid knocked softly on the door, "Mr. Harris, your custom-made clothes have been delivered.

Allen took the carry bag, in which there was a fresh green silk dress and a full set of underwear. He willingly assumed the responsibility of getting dressed for her for the sake of Anne getting some more sleep.

Miller, your whole body had been seen by me, so you couldn't escape.

After getting dressed for her, it's time to wake her up and go to dinner.

"Miller." He shook Anne gently, "wake up, pig."

Served with the utmost care and comfort, Anne was having a beautiful dream with a light smile on her lips.

A good sleep could make her energetic at night. He had been hungry for a long, long time, and wanted a full meal. That night was the first time for him so he did not release himself.

Allen carried Anne to the car and drove to the Benevolent Cuisine Hotel of S City and called Kevin to clear the place.

Allen didn't wake Anne at once. He propped one hand on the steering wheel and looked at her carefully. His soft, watery eyes reflected her beautiful shadow.

The woman's long hair was like a cascade, and spread out casually, soft and shiny, and the characteristic fragrance lingered around it.

Her skin was snow white and her five senses were exquisitely seductive on her clean and unblemished face.

Her long eyelashes which were like butterfly wings twitched gently beneath the slender leafy eyebrows, tantalizing the heart. Her nose was slightly cocked and the pink lips flushed with water, carrying a deadly attraction.

Her beauty was not only in her appearance, but also in her soul, which seemed to be overwhelming.

Anne's reclining posture reminded him of the painting he bought three years ago, The Maiden of the Moonlit Night by Chulishi, and the maiden in the painting was extremely similar to Anne.

Miller, whose daughter, were you? Why were you so beautiful?

Allen's heart was inexplicably agitated and his breathing gradually quickened, so he stopped suppressing his desire.

His slender hand cupped Anne's face and he nodded to kiss her soft lips.

For fear of waking her up, the whole kiss was full of tenderness, tossing and turning, and love. At this moment everything was still, and the time seemed to be frozen, only his kiss was still moving.

Anne yawned and opened her eyes.

Seeing the man in front of her kissing so earnestly, there was no sense of disobedience at all, and suddenly it was a bit like an illusion of a different world, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Her lips quivered and a stream of heat passed through her heart.

Feelings similar to happiness filled the chest. The heartbreak of being bullied by family members, the heartbreak of knowing her experience, the pain of losing a boyfriend, were all healed at this moment.

She didn't push him away, letting his strong masculine breath spread over her lips. His kissing technique was so good that her body went soft and couldn't find a hint of strength.

"Well..."

She let out a small, uncontrolled murmur.

Realizing that she had actually fallen into his kiss, she was embarrassed and blinked, her long fan-like eyelashes brushing against his face.

Allen opened his eyes just in time to meet Anne's, gazing into each other's eyes as a heartwarming sensation invaded them simultaneously.

Not knowing how long, Anne averted her gaze and caught a glimpse of a new green which was as bright as a splash of landscape in her gray world. It was a beautiful long dress, but she didn't know who dressed her.

Allen let go of her soft lips. The silhouette of his handsome face tensed momentarily, and his deep eyes condensed with a chill, resisting people a thousand miles away.

His face changed really fast.

"Look at what? I was the one who wore the clothes for you and bathed you. You should repay it tenfold by washing for me and wearing for me!"

He was so butter-tonsiled and said to her clearly with an arrogant tone. He was so overbearing and the expression on his face was cold, which made people dare not approach.

After finishing dressing up, he pushed the door and got out of the car formally.

Anne's face was swiftly red. A redness stained the roots of her ears, and she covered her face in embarrassment.

It was embarrassing that she was out for the count. How could she let Allen who existed as an emperor dress her? He's a man but she didn't know if he just assaulted her.

It seemed that he didn't because she didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Anne gently straightened the dress and adjusted it just right.

She really wanted to hit the wall and kill herself.

However, how did he know her size? Did he measure with a tape?

"Get down."

The car door was opened and Allen held his hand out to her with his palm up.

A simple gesture made him noble and elegant as a prince, his gentlemanly manners burst out quickly, and his cultivation seeped into his bones and blood.

"I am sorry that I lost sleep last night. You can go about your business and I'll just stay here."

Anne had a premonition that her face must be red as a lantern so she didn't dare to lift her head. She reached out her hand to cover her forehead.

A glimmer of shyness in her eyes was extravagant in Allen's eyes.

"It's certain that you lost sleep last night without me."

With one long arm outstretched, he took Anne in his healthy arms, nodded and kissed her lips sweetly.

"It takes two to run an errand! You want to play hard-to-get and make me hug you in a different, right? Luckily, I'm strong. If you change another man, he might can't stand it."

"Put me down. There's someone out there."

When she saw two teams of black-clad men standing outside, she squeezed his lapel to beg and her eyelashes fluttered softly, "I'll be embarrassed if others see it. I'm afraid of others talking."

"You are so ugly that I am the only person who is willing to look at you twice."

Allen crouched down and whispered in Anne's ear. His tone was arrogant and playful, "You look like a dog-tailed flower, but I still want to pick nectar. My taste is that special!"

The scorching breath went straight to Anne's ears and touched them lightly from time to time. Her already red ears were burning.

Nectar Picking...

The language was awful!