Liz reached out to wrap her arms around Greg's neck and pulled him closer to her.

Before Greg figured out what was going on, his body was pressed against that of the woman.

Their lips were pressed together tightly.

Liz's cheeks reddened instantly. Though she was the one who took the initiative to make the kissing happen, still, she somehow felt ashamed.

Greg was no longer in the mood to doubt anything.

The softness and tenderness between his lips were too good to be true, and he could hardly control his increasingly quickened breathing.

Liz detected the changes in the man's body and pressed her hands against his sturdy chest.

Then, she carefully took her lips off his.

"Greg, we..."

"You brought this on yourself."

The man's mellow voice was filled with unquenchable desires.

Intuitively, Liz closed her eyes, the tip of her nose sweating nervously.

It would be a lie to say she was not scared.

In her previous life, though Liz and Greg knew each other for thirteen years, including eight years of high school and college and five years of marriage, they only had sex once due to that accident.

Apart from that, they never held each other's hands or kissed, let alone sex.

Liz's only sexual experience happened on that night when she drunk.

Though she was already a mother of a three-year-old child, she was basically a beginner in sex.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, not daring to open them.

What she anticipated yet worried about eventually did not happen. Greg just dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Go to sleep now."

Liz snapped her eyes open in confusion.

"Anything wrong?"

Greg managed to get out of bed.

"Get some sleep, or you'll catch a cold tomorrow."

"But I..."

Greg gave the woman a deep glance, asking, "Do you want sex that much?"

"Of course not!" Liz's ears became burning hot.

"Then go to sleep."

With that, Greg turned to leave.

The moment he closed the door, a grin eventually appeared on his mouth.

From his point of view, Liz was still unwilling to have sex with him.

He once forced her into having sex with him once and would not force her again.

In the bedroom, Liz failed to fall asleep and kept her eyes wide open.

Greg stopped having sex with her earlier, even though she was fully prepared. Why did she feel somewhat disappointed and ashamed?

She sat up in bed with her fists clenched, waves of frustration rolling in her hot body.

How dared Greg to walk away from her clean, charming body?

She swiftly got out of bed and went downstairs.

Hearing water running in the bathroom, Liz rushed in without hesitation.

"Greg, what the hell is wrong with you?"

She suddenly froze.

Wow!

Liz knew Greg was in good shape, but still, his gorgeous body shocked her.

His muscles were clear-cut, and his complexion was fair and smooth like a baby.

But wait, how come Liz could see any steam in the bathroom?

She reached out to feel the liquid in confusion. It was cold water the man was exposed to.

Staring at Greg with a complicated look in her eyes, Liz asked, "Why are you taking a cold shower?"

He would rather take a cold shower than have sex with her; why?

Greg tilted his eyes to one side with embarrassment, but from the corners of his eyes, he noticed that Liz was standing on the floor barefoot. Thus, the man hurried to stop the running water and took a step forward to the woman.

"Why are you running around without shoes? Do you want to catch a cold that much?"

Liz completely ignored the man's words.

Greg's perfect, sexy body in the nude was giving her a nosebleed.

Liz blinked, and her lips trembled, her steps shaking. She initially intended to move back. However, she slipped and lost her balance, falling backward.

Greg noticed what was going on and swiftly rushed over to help her.

He also slipped as there were waterdrops all over his body. The moment he fell to the floor, he managed to hold Liz tightly in his arms.

Gee.

Liz blinked dumbly, wondering why the fall did not hurt at all.

"Get up." A mellow, somewhat hoarse voice sounded underneath her body.

Greg was under her!

"Ah!"

Liz realized that she was lying upon the man with most of her figure exposed to the air, then hurriedly tried to get up from the floor.

And Greg was in the nude.

With her teeth gritted, Liz tried to stand up, feeling like she was a female Lothario.

"Ouch."

The more anxious Liz was, the harder she found it to get up. She failed several times and fell back into Greg's arms several times.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Greg asked through his clenched teeth.

Liz blushed to the extreme.

"Of course not. You didn't wash the foam off, and it got all over the floor and me."

She shut up, her cheeks burning hot.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was erotic.

Greg grasped Liz's shoulders with his slightly trembling fingers.

Her smooth, delicate shoulders were incredibly tempting in the man's eyes.

And her slightly open mouth, which was mumbling, was also magnetic.

"Damn, you're playing with fire, you know? I'm a normal man."

Greg's body became even hotter than it was before the cold shower. It seemed that the shower was pointless.

Greg reached out to stroke the woman's shoulder, neck, and collarbone.

Then, he abruptly stopped his movement.

No, no, no!

He could not hurt her for a second time.

Greg slammed his fist on the tile, his knuckles oozing blood.

Liz was stunned to look over her shoulder at the blood on Greg's hand, her heart aching.

She put both hands around his fist, cautiously placed it to her mouth, and blew at the injuries.

"Why did you do this to yourself? Does it hurt? It must hurt very much."

Greg was stunned.

The woman, who played with fire earlier, was literally putting herself on fire at this moment.

She was blowing at him. Did she have no idea that she was actually adding fuel to flames?

"That's enough!"

Greg withdrew his hand with a gloomy expression, his cheekbones slightly reddish.

Liz was stunned, and her eyes became red. With her mouth pursed, she grumbled, "Why are you so fierce? What have I done wrong to make you so reluctant to touch my body?"

In fact, she understood Greg's complicated feelings and guessed that he held back his desires for fear of hurting her again.

On the other hand, she was shy, uneasy, and hesitant.

That was her nature, and she could not be rational enough to contain it on such an occasion.

Liz could not stand Greg kept refusing her and even went as far as hurting himself to suppress his desires.

"I..."

Greg was at a loss for words.

Of course, he wanted to occupy her body.

However...

Liz struggled to get up and eventually succeeded this time.

She ran outward with embarrassment.

Greg's pupils contracted abruptly, and he too got to his feet and reached out to hold the woman.

"Get off me!" Liz struggled.

"Don't move, or don't blame me for not being gentle enough."

Greg's hoarse voice was full of temptation and threat, and Liz instantly paused her movement.

Greg stroked Liz's neck and earlobe with his nose.

"Do you know what I'm doing?"

"Yes..."

Intuitively, Liz closed her eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do this with me?"

A teardrop fell from one corner of Liz's eyes.

"I'm sure. Greg, I'll be your woman for the rest of my life."