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Lin Huai'en's eyes flashed with hesitation, and he moved his restrained feet step by step towards Di Shaoze, sitting three steps away from him. This distance was just enough for the two of them to talk in detail without hindering each other's movements.

Di Shaoze noticed the distance between the two of them, frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Lin Huai'en scooped up some clean water and rubbed his face twice, then began to rub his shoulders with the damp cloth. The painting on Lin Huai'en's body became increasingly filthy as he washed, leaving behind a circle of black, dirty water that spread outward. Even Di Shaoze's pristine area was now half-stained.

Forget about the image of a lotus emerging from water or a jade arm holding water. Lin Huai'en's skillful bathing technique alone had already ruthlessly shattered some of Di Shaoze's fantasies.

Di Shaoze sighed, "It's really dirty."

Upon hearing this, Lin Huai'en glanced at Di Shaoze unhappily. If he had not been locked up by Di Shaoze for so many days, he would not have looked like a beggar, dirty from head to toe.

Lin Huai'en scooped up some water with both palms and splashed it onto Di Shaoze's face. "This is all your Majesty's ink! How come your Majesty didn't feel disgusted when you painted on me? Now you realize it's dirty!"

Di Shaoze turned away his handsome face and endured the dirty water splashing on his body. After Lin Huai'en splashed less, he grabbed Lin Huai'en's wrist, brought him into his arms, and said, "Okay, okay, don't splash anymore. I don't mind it anymore."

Lin Huai'en was caught off guard by Di Shaoze's embrace. His body suddenly froze, not knowing what to do. His pair of obsidian pupils trembled slightly.

Seeing how embarrassed he was, Di Shaoze smiled slightly. He scooped up some clean water with his big hands and carefully washed the tip of Lin Huai'en's nose and the sides of his face that had not been washed.

Lin Huai'en's skin had returned to its flawless white, making his lips appear even more rosy, like cherries waiting to be tasted. His long, jet-black hair, like splashed ink, flowed over his shoulders, smudged in the steaming spring water.

Di Shaoze withdrew his palm, and the delicateness of that skin still remained between his fingertips.

Lin Huai'en asked in a tone as natural as possible: "Your Majesty, are you leaving tonight?"

It was clearly just a normal inquiry, but under Lin Huai'en's undisguised charm at the moment, it was tainted with an overly strong scent of temptation.

Di Shaoze's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked, "Lord Lin wants to keep me here?"

Lin Huai'en rubbed his fingers nervously under the water. He was a little unsure of Di Shaoze's thoughts and said, "It's so late. It's not easy to walk at night."

Did Di Shaoze have to brave the darkness of night to go to Fox Ji's place? Was Fox Ji really that worthy of his infatuation?

Di Shaoze refused and said, "Fox Ji is still waiting for me to come over."

Hearing this, Lin Huai'en lowered his head, a sore feeling rising in his heart. Sure enough, he still couldn't keep Di Shaoze here...

Di Shaoze moved closer to his handsome face, placed the tip of his nose against Lin Huai'en's, entwining their breaths, and said, "However... I am a man who adapts to the situation. I like gentle places, beautiful makeup, and soft arm rings. If you want me to give up these, Master Lin needs to give me more sweet things."

In front of Lin Huai'en's almond-shaped eyes were Di Shaoze's deep phoenix eyes. From the pupils full of strong desire, she gradually understood the man's ambiguous hint.

"I don't like to be forced. It's even harder to force someone as strong and resolute as Lord Lin. If Lord Lin wants to keep me, you might as well try to be more humble..."

Lin Huai'en began to ponder in his heart.

Asking him to let go of his pride and arrogance and actively seduce men was indeed crossing some of his bottom line.

But he also really didn't want to let Di Shaoze leave. He and Di Shaoze had a rare moment of feeling like a married couple tonight. If he let Di Shaoze go back to Fox Lady's place, after tonight, he would inevitably become reluctant to leave again...

Lin Huai'en raised his almond-shaped eyes, looked back and suppressed his entanglement and hesitation. He gently put his arms around Di Shaoze's neck, whispered softly in his ear, and composed a love poem: "The lips are wide open, the red snake dances, the plum blossoms form lines and bloom in the snow, the white boat is tossed on the water, the flower stamens are soaked with dew and turn over the dragon's root."

Feeling the soft breath beside his ears and the explicit poetry, Di Shaoze's wolf blood boiled violently, and he shackled Lin Huai'en's waist with an unbreakable force.

It turns out that Lin Huai'en is just not proactive in normal times, but his methods of teasing men are just as good, even too good.

"How many men has Lord Lin seduced with this method? I think no man can resist this temptation. Tonight, I am willing to be Lord Lin's servant."

Di Shaoze had never been so impatient before, as if he couldn't wait even a moment longer, venting all his unbearable desire on Lin Huai'en. Lin Huai'en's eyes were red, but he still accepted him docilely, letting him do whatever he wanted.

The water waves rippled with rhythm as described in the poem...

"Wynn..."

In his confused state of mind, Lin Huai'en heard this familiar name vaguely. His heart suddenly felt hot, and he came back to his senses from the tide of emotion. He clung to Di Shaoze's arm and begged him to call him again.

But after that, Di Shaoze didn't say another word, and just silently immersed himself in this intense desire.

That familiar and intimate "Huai En" seemed to be just an illusion filled in by Lin Huai En when he was confused and infatuated...