Especially for Dorothy Zechariah.
At this moment, she was in a half-squat position.
Her pants had been pulled down to her knees.
To make matters worse, Dirk Carter's turning around for the rescue happened to aim his crotch right at her face, and unexpectedly, it was the kind of direct hit.
Dirk Carter felt somewhat embarrassed too.
He quickly said, "I'll steady you, hurry up and clean yourself, then I'll help you into bed."
This was how it was.
What else could she do?
Dorothy Zechariah could only follow Dirk Carter's instructions.
By the time she had put on her pants and stood up, her face was flushed red down to her neck.
She couldn't feel more embarrassed.
They were speechless, facing each other.
They didn't know what to say.
Dirk Carter picked her up again and walked out of the bathroom.
Just as he was about to put her on the bed, a man's angry shout came from behind him: "What the hell are you doing?"
He gently put Dorothy Zechariah down.
