Having finally managed to utter such a complete sentence, Su Ping's eyes were now moist, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
It's this appearance that makes people inexplicably want to bully her.
That's not enough.
Song Qi loosened his grip slightly, but didn't let go completely. Instead, he said with some self-reproach, "Senior, are you feeling unwell? I haven't trimmed my nails for a few days; I guess I scratched you..."
"???"
Su Ping was so angry that she couldn't speak as she listened to his serious nonsense.
She was about to say it wasn't a problem with his nails when she suddenly felt his nails scrape against her.
She immediately shrank back, trying to make herself less sensitive by doing so.
At this moment, Song Qi seemed to remember that he was supposed to help her take a bath, so he squeezed out some more shower gel with his other hand and rubbed it into foam through the bathrobe.
Amidst the bursts of foam, Su Ping's grip on his hand gradually weakened.
The water in the bathtub gradually reached the edge, but Song Qi was focused on scrubbing her body and did not turn off the water.
As he moved, the water near the edge finally overflowed.
Su Ping's mind gradually went blank. She knew this wouldn't work, but she felt powerless to stop him.
Even though the water was warm, Su Ping felt a mist gradually forming in front of her eyes.
The only sounds coming from the bathroom were her panting and the splashing of water.
The water at the edge of the bathtub rippled outwards like the wind blowing across the sea.
The skin he rubbed gradually became hot, and he used a bit of force, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin.
Su Ping's skin was already delicate, and she couldn't withstand his strength, so she grabbed his wrist.
Apart from the slightly cool surface of his skin, which was damp, his body temperature was still somewhat high.
How could someone with a fever have such great strength?
Because of her actions, Song Qi snapped out of his reverie and decided to stop while he was ahead.
"I've washed this side clean, let me help you wash that side."
After saying that, he squeezed more shower gel into his hand and slid it to the other side, repeating the same trick.
Because of his actions just now, Su Ping now feels that every cell in her body has become sensitive and fragile, and she can't withstand any provocation at all.
His hand had barely touched her skin when she frantically shook her head in refusal, looking at him and saying in a trembling voice, "No need to wash, it's clean."
But Song Qi wouldn't let it go, grabbing her hand and looking at her earnestly, saying, "Not yet."
Su Ping was unable to move and could only endure as he rubbed her again.
She felt his fingers brushing against her skin, intentionally or unintentionally, and her body trembled slightly.
Song Qi looked at the shape of his hands beneath his bathrobe, his eyes gradually darkening.
He knew she was about to reach her limit, and he wanted to stop, but the smooth, tender touch was simply irresistible.
He didn't want it to end so soon.
After what seemed like an eternity, Su Ping finally felt his hand stop.
And she took off her bathrobe.
She was already used to his touch, and now that it had suddenly stopped, she felt a little uncomfortable.
She could only bite her lip tightly to suppress the strange feeling that arose in her heart because of his teasing.
If he knew that he had felt desire because of his unconscious actions, I don't know how he would feel about her.
Thinking of this, Su Ping clenched her teeth even tighter, not letting herself show any emotion.
The scenes she just witnessed were so absurd that she didn't want to recall them.
Just as she was struggling to sit up in the bathtub, Song Qi suddenly reached into the tub and accurately grasped her fair and slender calf.
She was already extremely nervous, and when he grabbed her calf and ankle, she instinctively kicked him.
But Song Qi seemed to have anticipated this move and reached out to grab her behind the knee.
Just a little higher up, and there's her thigh.
Su Ping dared not breathe, and used both hands to support herself on the edge of the bathtub, trying to pull her legs out.
But Song Qi's hand was like a pair of pliers, and she couldn't budge it an inch.
With her movement, the hem of her bathrobe was lifted up, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.
Song Qi's gaze was fixed on her leg, where his hand and her skin formed a stark contrast.
Her calves were so thin that she could almost wrap her arms around them with one hand.
He had already reacted to what I had just done.
At this point, I had to change my posture and continue squatting.
Seeing her smooth, flawless legs now made me feel a little thirsty, and I unconsciously swallowed.
"Senior..."
Hearing his noticeably hoarse voice, Su Ping was startled and looked up at him.
I noticed that his eyes were red again at some point, and his face showed some contradiction, as if he was suppressing something.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Song Qi fixed his gaze on her face, their eyes met, and he called out again.
"Senior..."
His voice has a certain allure, even if his usual voice is full of youthful charm.
His voice was a little hoarse because of the fever, which gave him a more mature and masculine air.
It also has more tension.
Just hearing his voice was unbearable for Su Ping, so she quickly looked away.
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