"I'll... Let me do it myself," Serenity said, her face red.

After a short silence, Jackson handed her the clothes in his hand and turned his back.

Serenity's cheeks were burning. She hurriedly changed her clothes, not noticing that Jackson had his hands clenched into fists. Even the sound of her changing clothes seemed very stimulating to him.

Serenity had been the only one who had ever made his heart flutter, his love for her becoming stronger as time went on.

A sense of crisis arose maybe