Chapter 1173 - 1173:

Taking a bath?

That was something Noelle Meyer did every single day.

But right now, she was actually a little scared.

Just now, when she was mouth-to-mouth with Dirk Carter, her heart was already beating like crazy.

To strip naked and get into the bath in front of him—how mortifying would that be?

He seemed to pick up on her hesitation.

Dirk Carter said, "It's not just as simple as taking a bath. When your blood circulation speeds up, the toxins will start spreading faster through your body too. At that point, I need to locate a few key acupoints and drain the remaining poisoned blood. Then the cold poison will be forced downward under the pressure of the heat. Once it's discharged at that stage, you'll basically be about eighty percent cured. After that I'll write a prescription for you two, and if you follow it for half a month, you'll be back to normal."

Easy to say, hard to do.

Especially those few acupoints the cold poison had seeped into—if Dirk hadn't specifically studied the workings of Frozen Shadow Powder, it really would be exactly as Adonis Forrest said: even a god couldn't save her.

To be hit with this poison,

and have Dirk Carter happen to be right here beside her—

it showed she really wasn't meant to die yet.

In the face of life, everything else was trivial.

In the end,

Noelle Meyer still managed to brace herself mentally.

She pressed her lips together and nodded.

She said, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

With that,

she started to get up to take off her clothes.

But after trying a few times,

she didn't even have the strength in her hands to push herself up.

Let alone undress.

Dirk could see how helpless she was.

He asked, "How about I help you undress?"

At this point, there was no other choice.

A rush of crimson flooded her face, to the point where she almost didn't dare look straight at Dirk anymore. She hummed in her throat and whispered, "Sorry to trouble you…"

Dirk walked over to the bed.

He steadied her body.

At this moment he could feel Noelle was trembling slightly.

Obviously, she was extremely nervous.

The two of them had technically just gone through life-and-death together, but it was still only the first day they'd met.

That indescribable shyness was still at work.

Her outdoor jacket had already been taken off just now.

At the moment Noelle was wearing a sleeveless tight-fitting T-shirt on top.

It hugged her body snugly.

Her slender waist and those two rounded mounds formed a perfect S-shaped curve.

Dirk didn't have the luxury to admire.

He grabbed the hem with both hands and tugged it upward.

The instant that T-shirt came off,

Dirk's eyes went a little blank.

For the record, his experience with women was by no means lacking.

He'd seen—and touched—women of every type, curvy, slim, you name it; but someone like Noelle, this was genuinely the first time.

What's a "killer body"?

She was the definition of it.

Because she was mixed-race,

her skin was even fairer and more delicate than most women's.

Her waist was smooth and flat, not a hint of extra flesh.

Under the wrap of a black bra, an uninhibited pair of big white rabbits bounced into view; by the look of it, at least a 36D.

"Can we… can we keep going?"

His brief stupor didn't escape Noelle's notice.

She reminded him, a little shyly.

Only then did Dirk come back to himself.

He said, "Right… let's keep going…"

With practiced ease he unhooked her bra.

Once the last cover on her upper body was removed, a grand, majestic scene unfolded before his eyes.

The two supersized white rabbits quivered and swayed.

With something that massive, logically speaking they should be affected by gravity and sag at least a little.

But on her, that simply wasn't the case.

The white rabbits stood firm and proud, almost as if they were showing off to Dirk.

Two pink "grapes" gleamed brightly, stirring a raw, primal desire.

This time,

Dirk didn't pause.

He had the now bare-chested Noelle lie down.

Then he pinched the sides of her yoga pants.

And pulled them down along the line of her thighs.

He'd already noted before that Noelle's legs were long and straight.

But once the pants came off,

what appeared wasn't the stick-thin kind of leg,

but a shape with a slight, luscious fullness.

They looked incredibly enticing.

It had to be said,

Nuwa was really biased.

She used all the best materials on this woman's body, almost like a masterpiece beyond compare.

A delicate-looking pair of black panties

wrapped around the most private place.

Just as Dirk was planning to go all the way and strip off every last bit of cover,

Noelle's hand pressed down on the waistband of her panties.

"What's wrong? You're not planning to bathe with your underwear on, are you?"

Dirk asked.

Most of her body was already exposed in front of him; Noelle was already so embarrassed she didn't know what to do.

She moved her lips and said, in a voice almost too soft to hear, "N-no… but you… you mustn't laugh at me, okay?"

"Laugh at you? Why would I laugh at you?"

"I… I… down there… there's no… no hair…"

Even those few words

Noelle had to force out.

A "white tiger"?

After so many years,

he'd finally come across another white tiger.

In that moment,

Dirk thought of Sierra Vincent.

The last time he'd seen her seemed to have been at his own wedding.

He honestly had no idea how that woman was doing now.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing the faraway look on Dirk's face,

Noelle asked.

Dirk gave a small smile and said, "Nothing, just suddenly thought of an old acquaintance."

"She… she also doesn't… doesn't have hair down there?"

The question almost made Dirk burst out laughing.

But given the situation,

he held it in.

He squeezed Noelle's hand and said, "It's fine, don't worry. I'm not going to laugh at you."

With that reassurance,

Noelle finally relaxed.

She let go of the waistband, allowing Dirk to pull off her final "fig leaf."

At this moment,

she was completely naked at last.

The place between her legs where there should have been a thicket of hair was indeed bare as a wasteland, not even a single follicle in sight—it had its own particular kind of allure.

"I'm going to carry you in now."

Dirk said.

Noelle gave a little hum in her throat.

Dirk went straight for a princess carry, scooping her into his arms.

The instant his hands truly made full contact with her body, Noelle shivered again and instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around his neck.

They hadn't even reached the bathroom yet,

and she already felt her whole body heating up.

In the bathroom,

steam was already thick in the air.

Dirk bent down and gently lowered her into the tub.

When the warm water wrapped around her body, Noelle felt her blood surging, her head spinning.

Dirk immediately noticed something was off.

He grabbed her shoulders at once, keeping her from slipping down into the water.

As she soaked,

Dirk's hands moved over her body.

He wasn't groping her; he was using silver needles to pierce key acupoints and release the remaining poisoned blood in her system.

By the time it was almost over,

the water in the tub had already turned a pale shade of purple.