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now.After a shower, wrapped in his bathrobe, and wearing nothing else, he was so warm that he felt like bumping into a wall. This time, he wouldn't let himself be harassed like last time...Where are a...flowing down to her chest as she lowered her head to clean his wounds. He couldn't see her expression, and thinking of the angry look on her face just now, he frowned.Neither of them spoke. The warmth...