In the cypress bathtub behind the screen, the steaming hot air is like wisps of smoke, filling this small world.

The maid's cheeks flushed. She gently put down the scented soap and hurriedly retreated.

As soon as Zheng Wanqing's fingertips touched the water, Xie Yun gently embraced her from behind. Xie Yun's military jacket had long been taken off, and all the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. The cuffs were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his well-defined arms.

"Is the water temperature suitable?" He spoke in a low voice, and his Adam's apple slid gently behind her ear as he spoke, startling Zheng Wanqing so much that the hair on the back of her neck stood up slightly.

Before she could answer, Xie Yun placed his lightly calloused palm on the back of her hand.

In this intimate posture, he began to slowly unbutton her cheongsam. The ivory buttons slipped out of the buttonholes one by one, and Xie Yun's fingertips occasionally brushed against her skin, causing Zheng Wanqing's breathing to become slightly disordered.

"I can do it myself..." She was about to turn around, but Xie Yun held her shoulders.

Amid the hot air, his strong chest pressed against her smooth back.

His deep eyes had been staring at the small mole on the back of Zheng Wanqing's neck for some time. Finally, he leaned over and pecked it lightly.

Zheng Wanqing's ears turned red instantly and her toes curled up in embarrassment.

Xie Yun laughed softly as he picked her up and carried her sideways, then sat her in the bathtub. Water splashed onto their folded clothes on the floor.

The water in the bucket rippled, and Zheng Wanqing's loose black hair floated on the water like splashed ink.

Xie Yun scooped up a handful of hot water and poured it on her shoulders. He watched the water droplets slide down her collarbone into the depths, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

He took a deep breath, picked up the cypress comb beside him, and awkwardly combed her wet long hair.

Zheng Wanqing leaned against his chest, and she heard the low laugh from his throat: "When I first met you, your hair was only down to your chin, but now it's down to your waist."

As he was speaking, the teeth of the comb suddenly got stuck. Xie Yun frowned slightly, and after a closer look, he found that a few strands of black hair were entangled in the gaps of the comb.

He subconsciously tried to pull it away, but Zheng Wanqing quickly held his wrist: "Do you want to hurt me?"

Xie Yun couldn't help but stop when he heard this, not daring to move any more: "It's my fault."

"It has to be like this..." She guided his fingers back and noticed that his breathing became heavier. Looking up, Xie Yun was staring at her body immersed in the water, water drops slid down his tense jaw, dripping into the bathtub, splashing tiny water droplets.

Zheng Wanqing looked at his restrained and clumsy appearance and couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

She suddenly felt playful and ran her fingertips across his protruding Adam's apple: "You are a young marshal, but you don't know how to..."

Before she could finish her words, the world was spinning and Zheng Wanqing was pushed against the edge of the bathtub by Xie Yun.

Xie Yun's hot palm protected her waist, so that the edge of the wooden barrel did not hit Zheng Wanqing.

"Laugh at me?" Xie Yun's voice was a little hoarse. He lowered his head slightly, held her earlobe and bit it gently. The slight tingling and numbness instantly spread throughout Zheng Wanqing's body.

Zheng Wanqing stretched out her hand and gently pressed against his heaving chest, feeling his heart beating violently for her, and said in a coquettish voice, "No."

She looked into Xie Yun's eyes, and the dark tide in them made her heart burn. She took the initiative to move closer and pecked him lightly on the lips: "A reward for you."

Xie Yun's breathing stagnated, and he immediately grasped the back of her head with his big hand to deepen the kiss. Zheng Wanqing could clearly hear the muffled groan from his throat, and ripples spread out along with the two people's entangled figures.

It was not until Xie Yun noticed the person in his arms trembling slightly that he reluctantly let go.

Xie Yun looked at her red cheeks with a dazed look, and saw a few strands of hair stuck to them. He pushed the hair away and said in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

Zheng Wanqing blinked blankly, apparently not understanding what he meant.

"My stubble has turned red." His rough fingertips gently stroked the red skin.

Zheng Wanqing's ears turned slightly red, and she shook her head and said, "I have had thin skin since I was young, so it tends to turn red easily, but it's actually not a problem."

The strand of hair tangled on the comb was untied at some point. At this moment, Xie Yun was playing with her hair, and the hair was constantly entangled on his fingers.

"I've learned how to comb my hair." Xie Yun's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sly smile.

He casually threw the comb into the water, and the splashing water wet her trembling eyelashes, "Now it's time to ask for something else..."

Xie Yun picked her up with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled the soft satin on the rack to wrap her up. His large, wet footprints meandered all the way from the bathroom to the bed.

When the brocade curtain fell, there was a strong snowstorm outside the window. The strong wind whistled through the window lattice, but it could not blow away the strong warmth in the house.

Xie Yun's lips started from her feathery eyelashes that were stained with water droplets, gently rolled over her flushed cheeks, and finally held those two soft lips.

His kiss was covered with unshaved stubble, with a unique roughness and heat, and it went down inch by inch, causing Zheng Wanqing to tremble all over.

"Don't..." She couldn't stand such teasing. She inserted her slender fingers into his black hair and pressed his head against her soft chest.

Xie Yun's muffled laughter made her heart tremble: "Madam, you can't bear it so soon. The night is still long." After saying that, he bit her heart lightly.

Zheng Wanqing was so excited that she arched her body, with her toes curled up and sank into the brocade quilt. The numbness and surprise at that moment almost made her lose the ability to think.

The corners of her eyes were stained with the color of crabapple, and she bit her lip and said angrily: "You lecher..." She looked so charming and lovely that people could not help but feel pity for her.

Before she could finish her words, her whole body was embraced by his strong arms.

Xie Yun rested his chin on the top of her head, and said in a deep voice full of pampering: "Good boy..."

The words were lost in the entangled breaths.

The red candles were burning brightly, the jumping flames illuminating everything in the room. The brocade quilt was fluttering, and Zheng Wanqing turned into a small boat in Xie Yun's arms, swaying with the surging waves.

On a snowy night, the two of them enjoyed each other's love to the fullest, immersed in this gentle land, unable to extricate themselves.