Arther's POV
The room was very dimly lit, so the figure also looked especially hazy and unclear, but I could still tell that the person inside was extremely well-built, with a slender waist like the tenderest branch of a willow.
She was bending over, her slender arms slightly hard, as if wringing the water out of her hair, because of this posture, her waist was hard folded down, there was a fragile beauty.
I couldn't see, but I suddenly felt thirsty.
Was she not naked?
This perception suddenly made me nervous, and at the same time, my nerves seemed to shiver. How could I have such thoughts? This was my home, I should go wherever I want, like walk in?
What should I do then? No, that's not polite. What expression would her face reveal if such beauty were destroyed by violence?
I restr
