Back in the room, I wanted to collapse onto the bed, but Atlas grabbed me and pulled me toward the bathroom. I struggled and protested. "I don't want to take a shower! I just want to sleep!"

"A warm shower will make you sleep even better, sweetie. Trust me!" His tone was incredibly indulgent as he effortlessly guided me into the bathroom.

At this point, I was so tired that my head felt heavy, and my steps were unsteady, making his actions particularly irritating.

"Why are you being so annoying? I said... I'm not showering!" I pushed him away, evading his hands.

He patiently embraced and kissed me, then turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature.

He swiftly removed my clothes and his own, pushed me under the water, and held me close.

Softly, he whispered in my ear, "Are you annoyed? Hmm? I'll wash you. You can sleep."

His words made me chuckle involuntarily. I had no choice but to comply with his wishes and lean against him.

The warm water poured over us, and his