Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

On a winter night in Kazdel, the cold wind whistled outside the window, and even the bright moonlight cast by the two moons hanging high in the sky felt so cold when it shone on the body.

At this time, in Roy's dormitory, orange light shone through the window, shining on the ground, dispelling a small area of darkness and coldness.

The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom, but the person taking a bath inside was not Roy, but Theresa who decided to stay in Rhodes Island tonight.

Roy was sitting upright at the desk by the window, holding a thick book in his hands. He seemed to be reading the contents of the book carefully, but in fact his mind had drifted away to who knows where else.

The sound of water in the bathroom and Theresa's intermittent humming were like a soft-bristled brush, constantly scratching Roy's heart and making it impossible for him to calm down.

Just as Roy was worrying about this, the sound of water stopped.

"Huh, looks like I'm done washing..." Roy couldn't help but let out a breath, finally no longer having to suffer.

"Roy, are you outside? Can you get me a towel? I forgot to take it. It's in the box I brought..."

"Ah? I remember you brought it in..."

"You're mistaken. Hurry up, it's a little cold."

"Okay, wait a moment." Hearing Theresa urging him, Roy quickly got up, opened the box she brought, and took out the bath towel inside.

"Okay, open the door and take it. Don't worry, I'll close my eyes." Reaching out and knocking on the bathroom door, Roy closed his eyes and handed over the bath towel.

The bathroom door was opened, and the inside was filled with white mist, and only a hazy figure could be seen inside.

Theresa's jade-white arm with water droplets slowly stretched out from the mist and grabbed Roy's hand that was holding out the bath towel.

"Hey, Roy, come in and take a shower with me." Theresa's playful words came with warm and moist mist that hit Roy's face, mixed with her fragrance.

Before Roy could react, Theresa pulled him into the fog.

......

"Okay, Theresa, sit still and let me help you dry your hair." Roy held a dry towel in his hand and kept rubbing the long pink and white hair in his hand.

Originally, Theresa had no plan to wash her hair. After all, the weather was cold and it would be troublesome to blow dry her hair.

But just now when she was playing with Roy, her long hair was messed up by Roy, and the shower head above her head wet her hair mercilessly.

Theresa expressed her dissatisfaction at the time. She raised her head, glared at Roy, and then bit him in revenge.

Roy felt the pain on his skin and subconsciously took a deep breath.

Theresa knew that her strength would not hurt Roy's skin. Seeing him in pain, Theresa raised her eyebrows in satisfaction.

Roy felt that he was being controlled by Theresa, but he soon launched a counterattack.

So he squeezed shampoo into Theresa's hair while Theresa was not paying attention, then picked up the shower head and wet her hair thoroughly. Now she had to wash it.

“Humph, since you made it wet, you have to blow it dry…” Theresa puffed up her pink cheeks and complained angrily.

"I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again next time." Roy said this, but in fact he really enjoyed helping his loved one blow dry his hair.

With Roy's careful operation, Theresa's long hair returned to its former smoothness.

"Report to Her Highness Theresa, the blow-drying of her hair has been completed." After reporting the work progress, Roy tried to help her put her hair up.

Unfortunately, he did not master the skills in this area. After trying several times, he found that he could not fix it at all and had to give up.

"Well... Guard Roy, you did a great job, and you will be rewarded handsomely." Theresa squinted her eyes, and it seemed that she was very satisfied with Roy's service.

Roy hugged Theresa's slender waist from behind and breathed into her crystal earlobe: "Your Highness, it's getting late. We should rest."

"Wait a minute, the clothes I made for you are now finished. Try them on first." Theresa gently broke free from Roy's arms and took out a complete set of men's clothes from the bottom of the box.

The entire garment is made of black fabric, which represents calmness, with a pure white lining. The cuffs and collar are decorated with complex and gorgeous patterns using golden silk threads, which represent nobility.

Theresa also used metal decorations on the shoulders and waist, making the whole outfit look like a dress.

As soon as Roy took the suit, he found that it was cast with a spell. He looked at Theresa with confusion: "Theresa, the spell on this suit..."

"I have blessed it so that it can withstand attacks from spells of considerable strength. I have also strengthened the fabric so that it will not be easily damaged. Put it on and try to see if it fits you." Theresa put her hands on her hips and tilted her head slightly, with pride in her tone. Perhaps this is the work she is most satisfied with so far.

"Okay." Roy quickly went into the bathroom and changed his clothes. He came out and stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning his body constantly to check himself.

As expected of a dress that was made by Theresa herself, the size of the clothes was just right for her body. It didn't feel tight at all when she wore it, but instead highlighted her slender and upright figure.

Theresa also came to Roy and looked him up and down carefully.

"Well, it seems that my craftsmanship has not deteriorated. I'll make a set for Amiya when I have time. Speaking of which, I haven't seen little Amiya for a while. I wonder if she misses me."

Thinking of Amiya's cute face, Theresa flashed a loving smile.

"Then let's go see Amiya tomorrow."

"Um......"

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The sun always rises very late in winter. The hands of the clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock, and the sky was just beginning to turn white.

Theresa was tidying up the messy bed, with her long hair tied up in a simple bun. Roy changed into the suit Theresa had made for him and was adjusting his collar in front of the mirror.

Roy's time today belongs to Theresa, so he didn't go to supervise the doctor's exercise. I hope the doctor can be more self-conscious.

Theresa quickly made the bed and asked Roy which one looked good with a few sets of clothes in her hands.

Roy thought these sets were all similar, so he chose the one that matched his own best, so that they looked like couple outfits.

Theresa gave Roy a good morning kiss and pushed him out of the bathroom so she could change her clothes.

Roy could only wait quietly outside the door. Fortunately, Theresa didn't keep him waiting for long and she changed her clothes soon.

Theresa took Roy's arm, her face full of a happy smile: "Let's go, Mr. Roy."

"Okay, Miss Theresa."