Seo Tae-joon’s hand glided silently over her skin. Ji-woo tried desperately to ignore the sensation, the warmth of his touch against her back.
“What are you doing? Use the washcloth over there.”
“It would be painful.”
“What?”
“The washcloth. It would be too rough on your skin.”
“What? Then… what’s the point of taking a bath?” Ji-woo hunched forward, trying to hide the web of bruises and scratches from branches and thorns. They were just an
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