Samara was no longer a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and she had the physiological knowledge she should have.
With Roland's words and the inadvertent touch between her legs, she immediately reacted.
It was one thing to know, but another thing to face it.
Despite the fact that she usually did things calmly, but when encountering something like this, she really didn't know how to deal with it besides shyness and embarrassment.
As soon as Roland finished speaking, Samara was almost frozen, motionless, and the hands that were hooked around his neck were a little at a loss. She wanted to let go, but was afraid that he would not come back again. But if she held on tighter, the two of them would remain stuck together.
Samara froze in embarrassment, her hands around Roland's neck was loosening.
Roland glanced at her. "I'll make brown sugar ginger water for you."
"Good."
Samara responded with a trembling voice.