C169 Second Wound 2

Dry-wood took off his underclothes that were drenched in sweat and carefully walked into the bath. The milky white bath had some petals, and he deeply sniffed the fragrance coming from the petals floating on the water. He closed his eyes in enjoyment and rubbed his sore arms.

After being tormented for such a long time, how could she not be tired? As soon as she closed her eyes