Stepping out of the bathroom, Serena Summers' cheeks were blushingly red.
As if they were coated with a fine layer of rouge, delicate and enchanting, making it hard for anyone to look away.
Her clothes were thoroughly soaked.
It was summer, and she was dressed lightly; the water made her clothes cling to her body, revealing her exquisite curves.
Adrian Holt's deep eyes darkened, not sure where to rest his gaze.
Serena asked cautiously, "Did you... hurt yourself when you fell?"
Adrian Holt felt the pain emanating from his tailbone and gritted his teeth: "What do you think?"
"I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose. Let me get you some medicine, where did you hurt yourself?"
Serena quickly took out various bottles and jars from her bag and arranged them on the coffee table in the room.
"Did you make all these yourself?" Adrian Holt picked up a small porcelain jar and sniffed it after opening the lid.