Alex was a healthy young man.
He had experienced what it was like to take the stairs of adulthood in his past life, so he understood what Efa wanted from him.
It was very hard for him to ignore the young lady's determination, especially when he knew very well that he didn't dislike her either.
Efa might be older than him by three years, but she was cute and petite.
If Alex and Efa stood side by side, a stranger would assume they were about the same age.
As the water washed away the soap on his back, Efa lightly patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Turn around."
There wasn't a tinge of her usual mischief in her voice. The playful tone she always used with Alex was gone, replaced by determination.
This time, she wasn't teasing him. It was as if she wanted him to understand how she truly felt through her actions.
Alex wanted to meet that determination of hers, so he turned around to look at her face-to-face.
