But things were different now.
Anthea was standing right in front of him, rather than the illusion that would disappear after he opened his eyes.
The white water vapor dispersed, and the sound of water inside the bathroom stopped.
The glass door of the bathroom was slid open.
Anthea, who had just finished taking a shower, came out of it.
She had only brought Boba, her pet dog, together with her here, and the other belongings and daily necessities were still in her dormitory. She wanted to wait for the weekend to move them around. What she was wearing now were Adam's pajamas.
Her curvy figure was covered by the dark blue satin cloth.
Her skin, which had been moistened by the water vapor was smooth and slightly pink. This made her look even more charming when her wetted black hair hang down onto her shoulders.
Her eyes were emotional, and she was like a fairy in the darkness of night. She could easily steal a man's heart.
Adam swallowed out of excitement.
He raised his hand and put out the remaining half of the cigarette.
Anthea clenched the hem of her pajamas and looked at the night scenes outside of the window. Her voice was nervous and shy. "Adam, it's getting late. Let's go to bed!"
"Uh-huh." Adam nodded.
He waved at her.
Anthea walked toward him shyly on her slippers.
She was just like a little kitten, sitting on his legs and nestling into his arms.
Adam lifted her face with his palm, and his thin lips sealed hers.
His breath was scorching and passionate.
Both of them were immersed in the quilt, while Adam held her tightly in his arms.
Her delicate pink lips were just like petals, sweeter than the flower bud in early spring. Her skin was fair and white, and more lovable than the silk pajamas on her body.
Adam was so intoxicated by her charming feature that he felt like his blood was boiling.
Anthea gasped. "Turn off the lights..."
She was still shy and nervous.
Although the two of them had slept once since their reunion, at that time she had been drugged, and her consciousness was unclear. Everything depended on instinct during the process...
As soon as Adam stretched out his long arm, the lights were turned off, leaving only the hazy moonlight outside of the window.
Anthea's arms wrapped around Adam's neck. She closed her eyes and allowed him to do anything he liked on her.
The temperature in the room seemed to become higher, while the atmosphere was ambiguous and passionate.
And then...
... There was no follow-ups.
Neither of them made a further move.
After a long while, Anthea and Adam sat up one after another. Anthea's cheeks were hot, but in addition to shyness, there was also an air of embarrassment.
History often repeats itself. Anthea's menstruation was coming again!
Anthea suddenly remembered that the first time they tried to sleep together, they were interrupted by her menstruation. Unexpectedly, on the first night of their reunion six years later, when they wanted to sleep together, her menstruation was coming again...
"It's so awful!"
Anthea silently covered her face with her hands.
Adam was speechless."..."
Anthea was also speechless."..."
Her butt moved a little and her head was almost buried into her knees. "Ahem... Adam, thanks for your hard work again this time!"
Adam got off the bed, but he didn't change his clothes and went out. Instead, he went into the bathroom.
When he came back, there were two packs of sanitary pads in his hand.
Anthea thought that these sanitary pads might be left by her six years ago. She was about to say that they couldn't be used as the shelf life had expired when she saw clearly the date of manufacture.
The date of manufacture was this year!
Adam smiled and said, "I don't know when you will come back. I just bought some every year."
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