I knew that someone as fond of cleanliness as her wouldn't be willing to leave without taking a bath first. 

That was the thought that had been going through Erwin's mind just now, and he released her without any hesitation as he had already hatched a plan in his mind, which involved watching Onean from afar in order to satisfy his own "curiosity".

Even though he was intimidated into clambering back onto the creek's bank by the lightning crackling over Onean's fingertips, he still couldn't help but turn around to take a look.

However, by the time he turned around, a revolving wall of water had already taken shape, and through the blurry ripples, he could only just barely make out Onean's exquisite figure. He watched as she whipped her long hair back behind the screen of water, and even through the watery blur, he was still able to discern her breathtakingly gorgeous curves. In this instant, she was the epitome of beauty and allure in his eyes, and it was such a stimulating sight that his mouth instantly ran dry.

Aside from the physical reaction that was only to be expected of a healthy young man, he was also struck by the wistful feeling of a wasted opportunity as he didn't have a canvas and paint on hand, so he was unable to record this vivid moment. This was the first time in his life that he had ever missed oil painting. He could even imagine just how much the artwork would be elevated by the constantly changing lights and shadows...