Zheng Wanqing gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed. She raised her head, looked at the burning desire in Xie Yun's eyes, and suddenly understood.
She plucked up her courage, and boldly reached out her hand. Her fingertips were as light as feathers, lightly hooking the collar of his white shirt and gently pulling it. The action was a little shy and a little tempting.
"Wanqing." Xie Yun's breathing became rapid and unstable, his chest heaving violently. His eyes were fixed on Zheng Wanqing, and he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "You... missed me?"
She just nodded slightly, her eyes sparkling with light, as if hiding endless affection and shyness.
Xie Yun took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the desire in his heart, and finally slowly let go of her and said softly: "... Wash up first."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Zheng Wanqing leaning against the wall, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. When he turned around, the fabric of his military pants brushed against the exposed skin at the slit of her cheongsam, causing her to shudder.
After a while, the bathroom door was gently pushed open, and steam with the scent of pine came to his face. He was shirtless, with only a pair of plain white silk pants loosely tied around his waist. The water droplets on the ends of his hair slowly slid down his neck, rolled over his strong chest, and sank into the tight muscles between his waist and abdomen.
Zheng Wanqing was sitting on the edge of the bed, her fingertips twisting the edge of the quilt unconsciously. When she heard the sound, she subconsciously looked up and her eyes met his steamy figure. The light swayed, shining the water marks on his body. Her breathing stagnated slightly, and she hurriedly turned her eyes away, the blush on her cheeks becoming more and more obvious.
"The water... Is the water temperature suitable?" Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, with a hint of shyness and nervousness.
Xie Yun chuckled, his voice low and magnetic, and walked in front of her, leaning over to support her side, the shadow of his wet hair gently enveloping her: "Yeah."
The warmth from his body mixed with the fragrance of soapberries was like a warm cloud of mist, which made her ears burn and her heart beat faster.
Xie Yun knelt on one knee at the edge of the bed, gently grasped her wrist, and placed her palm against his chest. She could clearly feel his powerful heartbeat under his chest, the rhythm was like a war drum, hitting her heart again and again. Her fingertips curled up slightly unconsciously, as if she was feeling the passionate heartbeat.
"Are you scared?" he asked quietly, rubbing his thumb gently over her wrist bone.
Zheng Wanqing shook her head gently, and her fingertips slowly slid down along the lines of his chest, stopping at the scar on the right side of his waist.
"Here..." She asked softly, with distress and concern in her voice, "Does it still hurt?"
A warm current surged in Xie Yun's heart, and this gentle concern seemed to ignite a deeper desire in his heart. His eyes suddenly turned darker, and he held her wrist and pulled her closer.
Zheng Wanqing's back was pressed against his broad chest, feeling Xie Yun's rapid and hot breath, like a stream of scorching air spraying on her delicate neck. She couldn't help but shiver slightly, feeling a tingling sensation.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Xie Yun's voice was low and hoarse.
Zheng Wanqing seemed not to give up. She turned her body slightly to the side. Although her posture was restricted, her fingertips still stubbornly traced the scar. She traced the skin on his right waist and abdomen inch by inch. Her fingertips gently stroked the uneven skin, as if to soothe some painful memory.
Xie Yun only felt his Adam's apple rolling up and down uncontrollably, and there was a fire burning in his body, burning more and more fiercely, almost swallowing up his sanity.
"Wanqing..." Xie Yun's voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, with a hint of danger and temptation. His hot breath lingered in her ears, as if he was warning her, but also with an indescribable temptation, "If you keep touching me..."
After he finished speaking, Zheng Wanqing slowly raised her head and stared straight into Xie Yun's deep eyes.
"Can..."
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