At least after Quinn turned thirteen, she no longer let Alexander bathe her.
She learned about the differences between males and females. Every time he mentioned bathing her, she would blush and lock him out of the bathroom.
Then, she patiently exined to him that she had taken biology ss, and the teacher had talked about the differences between males and females, so they should avoid suspicion.
But Alexander never listened, and he would still try to help her bathe, even though she would chase him out every time.
When would he be able to help her bathe again? Probably after they got married.
By that time, sheprehended nearly everything, epassing the dynamics within marriages and the interactions between genders.
Quinn yed with the bubbles floating in the water, letting Alexander bathe her.
While Alexander was distracted, water suddenly sshed on his face.
His gaze shifted to Quinn''s face.
She smiled at him, and she was ying with the water in the bathtub, mischievously sshing it on his face.
The water droplets slid down his cheek, making him look somewhat messy.
He just stared at her without any reaction.
The smile on Quinn''s lips faded, and she looked at him in confusion.
Quinn remembered that every time she caused trouble during bath time, he would pretend to be serious and re at her, then ssh water on her face in the same way.
Sometimes, when she annoyed him, he would even grab the showerhead and spray water on her face, causing Quinn to dive into the water to avoid his attacks.
Of course, sometimes, he would tell her to stop messing around.
But never before had he looked at her like this, silently and somewhat intimidatingly.
Quinn lowered her head despondently, dared not move anymore, and sat in the bathtub like a well-behaved student.
After a moment of silence, Alexander wiped the water off his face, asked her to stand up, used the showerhead to rinse off the foam on her body, and wrapped her in a towel. He carried her to the bed and blow-dried her hair for her.
Quinn could sense that he was in a bad mood, so she behaved herself and didn''t fidget.
For a while, the only sound in the room was the blow dryer.
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After drying her hair, Alexander put down the blow dryer and ran his fingers through her soft, delicate hair.
He stared at Quinn for a long time, moved his lips as if to speak, but stopped several times.
Quinn tilted her head, eyes fixed on him.
After a while, Alexander finally spoke, gently stroking Quinn''s hair, and asked, "Quinn, how old are you?"
Quinn raised her hand and gestured. "Eleven."
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Quinn raised her hand, touched his face, held it, and examined it from side to side.
Then she furrowed her brows and gestured. "Brother, you seem different."
Alexander focused on her intently.
Quinn felt a little scared by his gaze. She shrank back, grabbed the nket, and hid her head inside, leaving only her head peeking out to sneak a look at him. Alexander stood up, walked to the sofa, and started smoking.
Quinn tilted her head, staring at him intently.
With his elbow on his knee and cigarette between his fingers, swirling smoke enveloped his face, making it hard to see his expression.
He seemed unhappy.
Quinn wasn''t sure if she had done something to upset him.
After searching her mind, she couldn''t recall him being angry with her often.
Thinking for a moment, Quinn lifted the nket and came out. She wasn''t wearing pajamas, just Alexander''s shirt, which barely covered her legs.
She walked barefoot to sit next to Alexander, her head slipping through the gap between his elbow and the cigarette, and then she hugged his neck. She was so careless that the tip of his cigarette almost touched her hair.
Fortunately, he moved his hand away.
As Alexander lowered his head, he was now very close to her face.