He thought something had happened to South Grant, so without thinking, he pushed open the bathroom door.
The light from the phone shone particularly bright, illuminating South Grant clearly.
Not a thread on her body, water droplets slid down her skin, dripping, dripping...
South Grant looked up, then exclaimed in panic:
"Oh no, you have a nosebleed!"
Nathan Foster touched it, and his hand was covered in blood.
At this moment, South Grant forgot to grab a towel to cover herself, frantically trying to stop his bleeding.
Nathan Foster, looking at this white, delicate body in front of him, couldn't help himself, sighed helplessly, took the towel, and wrapped her up.
After a moment of chaos, the bleeding stopped. South Grant frowned, looking at him with concern:
"Come with me to get checked tomorrow. How come you suddenly have a nosebleed?"
Nathan Foster pulled her to sit down, "No need to fuss, it's fine, maybe I've been a bit stressed lately."
