C547 The Blood Was Boiling

After a while, Wood emerged from the bathroom. The room's dim lighting was no match for his vision; at his level of strength, darkness was no obstacle to his sight.

On the bed, Penelope had cocooned herself in the covers, playing the ostrich.

Pfft!

Wood chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

At the sound of his laughter, Penelope, already bashful, blushed even deeper