Chapter 21 Bathing "Okay." Jiang Zhiyao agreed.
Jiang Zhiyao has recently started coming to Yan Zhenxi's room before going to bed to give him a massage.
After knocking a few times on the door, Jiang Zhiyao pushed it open and went inside. As usual, she went to the inner room, only to find it empty.
Aren't you here?
Just as Jiang Zhiyao was about to leave, she heard the sound of water coming from behind a screen not far away.
A faint mist of steam rose from beside the screen, and an inner garment was draped over it, making one's mind wander.
Realizing what Yan Zhenxi was doing, Jiang Zhiyao panicked and wanted to leave the room quickly. She took a half step back but accidentally kicked the footstool next to the bed, making a loud noise.
"Is it Xiao Cheng?" Yan Zhenxi's gentle voice was accompanied by the sound of pattering water.
Xiao Cheng was a servant boy by Yan Zhenxi's side.
Before Jiang Zhiyao could respond, Yan Zhenxi continued, "Bring the clothes from the bedside."
As if bewitched, Jiang Zhiyao didn't speak, but slowly reached her hand towards the pile of clothes.
But as soon as her hand touched the slightly cool clothes, Jiang Zhiyao suddenly woke up. She closed her eyes tightly, bit her tongue, and then opened her eyes and said in a slightly dry voice, "Husband, it's me. I'll go and call Xiao Cheng over right now."
After saying that, he left the room in a panic.
After hearing the door close, Yan Zhenxi, behind the screen, clenched the towel in her hand, then buried half of her face in the bathtub water, somewhat annoyed.
A peony petal floated right up to Yan Zhenxi's nose, causing a ticklish sensation.
Yan Zhenxi sat up straight and angrily tore at the petals with her wet hands.
He even had his servants prepare flower petals, but he didn't expect Jiang Zhiyao to refuse to come in. Was she avoiding him like the plague?
"Husband?" After a while, Jiang Zhiyao called softly in his ear.
"I'm here," Yan Zhenxi immediately stopped what she was doing and replied.
Looking at the petals that she had torn to shreds on the water's surface, Yan Zhenxi reached out to try and push them back underwater.
After doing this, Yan Zhenxi closed his eyes helplessly, wondering if his brain had been flooded and he'd lost his mind.
Holding the clothes, Jiang Zhiyao walked to the screen, holding her breath.
She had just gone out when she found Xiao Cheng in the corridor. After telling him that Yan Zhenxi was taking a bath and needed someone to serve her, she left.
Xiao Cheng looked puzzled: "Madam, the master usually..." doesn't bathe at this time and doesn't need anyone to serve him.
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Cheng seemed to realize something and quickly said, "Madam, I'm not feeling well right now. Could I trouble you for a favor?"
Jiang Zhiyao looked troubled: "It's okay, I'll have the others..."
Xiao Cheng clasped his hands together and pleaded, "My lord doesn't like others serving him closely. Please, madam, help me this once, please."
After saying that, he clutched his stomach and ran away in a hurry.
“Hey…” Jiang Zhiyao watched as Xiao Cheng ran away.
Yan Zhenxi might not even let her get close...
Seeing that no one was around, and thinking that Yan Zhenxi was probably still waiting for someone, Jiang Zhiyao gritted her teeth, turned around and went back to Yan Zhenxi's dormitory.
"Husband, Xiao Cheng isn't feeling well. Shall I bring your clothes in?" Jiang Zhiyao asked through the screen.
"Thank you for your trouble, Madam."
Jiang Zhiyao bypassed the screen and walked to Yan Zhenxi's side, keeping her eyes closed the whole time and moving somewhat slowly.
Seeing that Jiang Zhiyao was about to bump into the clothes rack next to her, Yan Zhenxi was about to speak in a hurry, but Jiang Zhiyao dodged it again in the next second.
"Madam," Yan Zhenxi called out with a sigh of relief.
But Jiang Zhiyao mistakenly thought that Yan Zhenxi couldn't wait any longer.
never mind.
Jiang Zhiyao opened her eyes; it was too difficult to walk with her eyes closed.
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiyao began to feel sorry for Yan Zhenxi again.
She only had trouble walking this short distance, so what must it be like for Yan Zhenxi normally...?
When she felt sorry for Jiang Zhiyao, she couldn't think of anything ambiguous. She quickened her pace to the bathtub and put her clothes on the small stool next to it.
He then straightened up and frowned slightly when he saw some broken flower petals on the surface of the bathwater.
Why are all the flower petals given to Yan Zhenxi broken? Is it because you think Yan Zhenxi can't see them and therefore don't care?
Jiang Zhiyao asked softly, "Husband, is there anything I can help you with?"
When Yan Zhenxi noticed that Jiang Zhiyao had taken a liking to the petals on the water's surface and her ears had turned red—a rare occurrence for her—he tried to ignore the slight embarrassment in his heart and spoke his original intention: "Would you mind if Madam helped me put on my clothes?"
"Okay," Jiang Zhiyao readily agreed.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhenxi stood up from the bathtub.
Jiang Zhiyao's eyes widened instantly. When Yan Zhenxi was sitting earlier, the water in the bathtub was milky white, and there were many flower petals on the surface of the water, so nothing could be seen.
But as Yan Zhenxi slowly stood up, Jiang Zhiyao saw the man's naked upper body for the first time. Yan Zhenxi's skin was very white, but he was not weak. On the contrary, he had a well-proportioned figure, full of strength, and his six-pack abs were clearly defined.
His long hair was loose and wet, clinging to his chest. A few glistening water droplets dripped from the ends of his hair, slowly sliding down his muscle lines and towards more dangerous areas.
Jiang Zhiyao knew she should close her eyes or turn around, but for some reason she didn't move.
The man stood up completely, and when Jiang Zhiyao saw that his lower body was covered with a handkerchief, she breathed a sigh of relief, unsure whether she was relieved or disappointed.
Jiang Zhiyao came to her senses and said, "You should wipe yourself down first, and call me when you're done."
After saying that, he hurriedly went out.
Yan Zhenxi certainly didn't miss the look in Jiang Zhiyao's eyes when she saw it. She should be satisfied, right? If he brought up the matter of sleeping together with her today, would she agree?
Even though they were separated by a screen, Jiang Zhiyao's face was already bright red.
Jiang Zhiyao buried her face in her hands in frustration. How was she any different from taking advantage of someone in distress? She had just stared at Yan Zhenxi so brazenly, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't see her.
But then she remembered the scene she had just witnessed. In fact, if she had to choose again, she would still watch it, Jiang Zhiyao thought.
"Madam, I'm all better." Yan Zhenxi's voice came from behind the screen.
Jiang Zhiyao went inside, and Yan Zhenxi had already dried himself off and put on his lower garment.
She picked up the clothes beside her and, somewhat clumsily, began to help Yan Zhenxi put them on.
It should have been a quick process, but Jiang Zhiyao, seeing the body only inches away from her, couldn't help but feel flustered.
The distance was too close; if Jiang Zhiyao moved forward even slightly, the tip of her nose would directly collide with Yan Zhenxi's bare back.
Because she had just taken a bath, Jiang Zhiyao could clearly feel the heat and soapy scent on Yan Zhenxi's skin.
Jiang Zhiyao, enduring the heat on her face, helped Yan Zhenxi put on his clothes. With only one last step left, Jiang Zhiyao went around to the front of Yan Zhenxi.
When it came time to pull her collar up, Jiang Zhiyao didn't dare to look up. She just wanted it to end quickly. But perhaps the more she didn't want anything to happen, the more likely something was to happen. Jiang Zhiyao's fingernail accidentally scratched Yan Zhenxi's chest.
"Are you alright?" Before Yan Zhenxi could react, Jiang Zhiyao became anxious.
Yan Zhenxi's skin was very fair, and soon a noticeable red mark appeared, just below the jujube.
Jiang Zhiyao's hand reacted before her brain, and she touched it: "Does it hurt?"
Yan Zhenxi turned his head slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly: "It's nothing."
Realizing what had happened, Jiang Zhiyao quickly removed her hand from Yan Zhenxi's chest, her face contorting in embarrassment. How could she have just grabbed him like that? She stammered, "I'm sorry, um, I didn't mean to..."
"It's alright." Before Jiang Zhiyao could finish speaking, Yan Zhenxi said softly.
But it felt so good, soft and bouncy. Jiang Zhiyao was a little dazed, and neither of them said anything more after that.
After getting dressed, seeing Yan Zhenxi's wet hair, Jiang Zhiyao couldn't help but say, "Let me dry your hair for you. You'll get a headache if you don't dry it in time."
"Um."
Yan Zhenxi lay on Jiang Zhiyao's lap, a position he had become extremely skilled at.
Jiang Zhiyao picked up a handkerchief from the side and carefully wiped Yan Zhenxi's face.
His hair was like silk, cool and smooth to the touch, and Jiang Zhiyao found it very comfortable to touch.
Yan Zhenxi felt the soft, tugged sensation of her hair, and looked at Jiang Zhiyao's gentle eyes as she lowered her head. In the dim candlelight, he spoke softly, "My lady, would you like to stay here with me tonight?"
This time, Yan Zhenxi didn't give any reason, and it sounded as if he simply wanted Jiang Zhiyao to stay.
Jiang Zhiyao paused in drying her hair, and Yan Zhenxi, for the first time, nervously awaited someone's answer.
In front of others, he was always shrewd and resourceful, always finding a way to get people to agree, whether through coercion or enticement. But when facing Jiang Zhiyao, he was unusually clumsy.
Unwilling to resort to those dirty tricks, he could only guess what she would like and how he would get her to agree.
He even took matters into his own hands and used seduction, but after asking the question, he was still worried about whether she would agree.
"Okay." Jiang Zhiyao agreed, but immediately regretted it and cut off the last word.
Just now, looking at Yan Zhenxi, who was unusually obedient on her lap, wearing only an undergarment and with his hair still half-wet, looking completely unguarded, was a side of Yan Zhenxi that Jiang Zhiyao had never seen before, making it impossible for her to refuse him.
For some reason, she wanted to keep this moment of Yan Zhenxi to herself.
Jiang Zhiyao thought that she must have been dizzy from the steam while she was in the bathtub to agree to it.
Yan Zhenxi's lips curled into a faint smile that he couldn't help but try to suppress.
It was a vivid smile that Jiang Zhiyao had never seen on his face before.
Jiang Zhiyao reached out and lightly traced the outline of his lips with her fingertips.
It's so soft.
After making that gesture, Jiang Zhiyao belatedly realized what was happening and immediately withdrew her hand, then explained incoherently, "I... I just saw some hair on your side."
"Yes, thank you, Madam." Yan Zhenxi's smile widened.
It seems this trick is quite effective.
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