Chapter 255 Are You Happy With What You're Fondling? Is It to Your Liking?

"Probably at night." George put the soup on her bedside table and said, "Drink some."

Sigrid quickly sat up, held the bowl in her hands and took a few sips.

Although it was steaming hot, she was feeling cold at this moment. Even if her tongue was a little numb, she still wanted to drink the hot soup.

George saw that her countenance had improved after drinking the soup. He made her take off her clothes and laid on the bed. After that, he went to close the curtains. Even if the windows here were slightly ventilated, the wind wouldn't seep in.

Sigrid curled up into a ball, her body warm just after drinking the hot soup. She stretched out her feet as this could heat up the bed in a while.

She had been laying on the bed for so long, but her feet were still cold. There was not much warmth on the bed.

After George prepared everything, he switched on a bedside lamp. Although it was still in the afternoon, the light was denied entrance after he closed the bla