Black Widow opened the bathroom door and took the shower gel from Roger's hand. She even gave him a disdainful look.
He shook his head and sat back down on the bed. The bed was very soft, and he could smell a fragrant smell when he lifted his nose. It must have been the Black Widow who had sprayed perfume. After waiting for a few minutes, the sound of the tap in the bathroom stopped. Through the frosted glass, he could see the Black Widow wiping her body.
After a while, the Black Widow, who was wrapped in a bathrobe, walked out. There were still some water droplets dripping from her long hair. They flowed down her shoulder blades and gathered in the pit of her collarbone. The Black Widow wiped her hair and told Roger that it was time for him to take a shower.
Roger had no choice but to take a change of clothes and go in to take a shower. The bathroom was still foggy, and the fragrance of shower gel assailed his nose. He turned around and looked outside through the frosted glass. He could see a figure.
Roger felt his face warm up. He didn't need to look to know that his face was flushed. That was a sign of his shyness, so he didn't wash up or take off his clothes in the bathroom.
The Black Widow, who was outside the room, saw that she could not hear the commotion inside, so she kept urging Roger to wash up quickly. It was already time to sleep.
Roger's face turned red. Fortunately, Black Widow, who was outside the bathroom, couldn't see it.
After Black Widow urged him a few more times, Roger really could not refuse. He definitely had to wash up. He had sweated a lot during the day, so he had to wash up.
He took off his clothes as fast as he could, turned on the spray, rinsed, cleaned, soaped, and rinsed again. He finished washing in one line. After washing at the fastest speed, it only took less than a minute.
He pushed open the bathroom door and walked in. His hair was still wet.
Seeing that Roger came out so quickly, Black Widow looked at Roger in disbelief and asked him if he really washed his clothes or just changed his clothes.
Roger nodded and said that he had really washed his hair. There was nothing he could do about the speed. The Black Widow walked over and used the towel she had just used to dry Roger's hair.
While wiping the two of them, the Black Widow blew at Roger.
The two of them were so close that Roger could clearly see the hair on Black Widow's face.
After wiping Roger's face, the two of them suddenly felt uneasy and had nothing to say. The Black Widow sat on the bed and tidied up the blanket. It was summer now, and the weather was hot. There was no need for a blanket.
She muttered," Brother Roger, I've never shared a room with another man except Bruce. Tonight is special. I'm afraid that the bad guy will come again, so I need you by my side."”
Roger nodded and didn't say anything.
A feeling of affection was quietly spreading in the room. The two of them were very embarrassed now. They sat at one end of the bed and did not speak.
It was already eleven o'clock in the morning. The Black Widow said,"Let's go to sleep." She took up one-third of the bed and lay down with her back facing Roger. She looked very careful.
After Roger turned off the light, he lay on the other side, also occupying one-third of the bed. He curled his legs up at the corner of the bed and lay on his side, not daring to breathe. His heart was beating a little fast and his body was a little hot.
Neither of them spoke. Only the light from the window shone on the Black Widow's face. She closed her eyes and opened them again and again. Her body moved slightly. She placed her hands on her stomach and then on her hips. She felt that it would not do anywhere.
She hugged her arms tightly, and her body trembled slightly. The bed was very elastic, and Roger could feel the trembling. He gently asked Black Widow if she was sick.
When he asked this question, Black Widow turned around like a flood. She put her arm on Roger's shoulder and said sweetly,""Brother Roger, I feel uncomfortable. Can you hug me?”
She laid on Roger's body and said," Hug me, I need a hug."
Then, she hugged Roger.
A fragrant scent wafted into his nose. Looking at the beautiful face of the Black Widow and thinking of the fantasy he had when he watched the elven princess in Lord of the Rings, Roger didn't know what to do.
As for Big Baldy, he did not stay in the hospital after seeing a doctor overnight. He found his brother early in the morning. He was a black man with Mohican hair. The only thing that remained was a bunch of dyed white hair on his head. He was bald. He was wearing a red coat that was extremely bright. At a glance, he looked a little like Nick, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury.
This man was called Channing, the underground boss of the small city of Karahamu. He had a shady business here, specializing in teaching people a lesson. There was a black prison, and all his clients from all over the world needed to be taught a lesson. Right now, he was worried about another matter. One of his clients had requested for him to be released in the past few days.
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