A Healer’s Journey

After enjoying a candlelit dinner and watching a movie. Finnegan and Bernice returned to Dragon Bay No. 1 Villa near midnight.

Initially wearing a relaxed smile, Bernice, who had been enjoying a lovely date that evening, became somewhat uneasy upon entering the room. A hint of blush also appeared on her cheeks.

“I’ll go take a bath first.”

Turning around, she walked into the closet, grabbed a bathrobe, and then entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Yet, she didn’t immediately take a bath. Instead, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Her cheeks were even redder than before. What should do tonight?

When Bernice decided to move in, she was already prepared to become even closer to Finnegan.

When Finnegan moved her luggage directly into his room, Bernice became even more certain that she probably couldn’t avoid him.

However, at that moment, Bernice became nervous again.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give it to Finnegan.

Instead, there was some resistance and worry in her mind.

She resisted because she believed that the wedding night should be perfect.

Her worry was that the few instances of simple intimacy had made her acutely aware of Finnegan’s extraordinary talent, and she feared she might not be able to withstand it.

After particularly reviewing some related materials, she felt her worry only intensified.

She feared that if she and Finnegan took things further their relationship might not last beyond one night.

Just as she was caught in her hesitation, the unlocked bathroom door was pushed open, and Finnegan walked in with a cheerful smile. “Darling, I think we should do it together. This way, we can save half the time.”

Upon hearing the sound, Bernice abruptly turned around, only to see Finnegan walking in, clad only in his underwear.

Her cheeks suddenly flushed hot, and she hastily pushed Finnegan away. “Meanie! Who let you in? Get out now!”

How could Finnegan, who had truly grasped the essence of having a thick skin and enjoying the fruits of it, simply leave like that?

Grasping Bernice’s hand, he swiftly turned her around to embrace her tightly from behind. “Today, I’ve rightfully taken you, my little lamb, from your parents care. Do you think I would leave?”

she chided. “Speak if you must, but keep

I’ll

Finnegan seemed to act like a tyrannical scion who bullied men and dominated women. Regardless

say that Bernice’s resistance

seemed more like a situation of half reluctance, half compliance.

a bathtub filled with water. Bernice’s voice had become

worry, I’ll definitely do more for you than

Bernice to

frolicking, Finnegan finally carried

dimmed, and Bernice, with her arm hooked around Finnegan’s neck and blushing, asked, “What are you

his head and whispered a sentence

even redder. She dared not even look into Finnegan’s eyes. “You spoke well, but you’re not allowed to say

right. I’ll take direct action from now on.” Finnegan chuckled, pulling the blanket over the two of

minutes later, Finnegan sighed, threw off his blanket, and sat up, looking

of red was clearly visible. “Good

shy, but upon seeing that, she couldn’t help but burst and push Finnegan away. “Don’t blame me for this. It’s the heavens that deemed

a grimace etched on his face as he cursed. “I don’t want to be

was cleaning in the bathroom, couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.

into her pajamas, she returned to the bedroom, only to find

flushed,

of

recalled some of the information she had read. If a man didn’t go with the flow at certain times, he could fall ill. “Is there any other way to help relieve

quickly pulled Bernice closer,

uttered Bernice with

will

pulling Bernice into his arms and whispering a plan into

blushing profusely. “Meanie! Confess honestly. Have you been with other women before? Otherwise, how

the

let Queenie try it out

absolutely couldn’t admit it, even if it were just to teach Queenie a lesson at the time. “I’ve never done it, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t heard

“If it’s too difficult for you, let’s forget about

her expression, biting her lip as if she was deeply conflicted.

almost inaudibly, she uttered, “Turn off the lights!”