Splash—
He pulled her into the water and kissed her deeply.
Because their senses were numb, they became increasingly aroused, desperately seeking each other's lips.
It wasn't until blood and a metallic taste filled their mouths that Shen Zhiyi vaguely realized that she seemed to have bitten his lips.
She was a little embarrassed.
She tried to loosen the distance a little, but Duan Xingzhi pulled her back into his arms, holding the back of her neck and taking her sweet scent.
Shen Zhiyi's long hair floated in the water.
He carefully removed the tangled fabric pieces and threw them onto the ground.
Shen Zhiyi felt her whole body heat up.
Her fingertips darted helplessly through the water, only managing to touch a tiny bit of skin on his chest, as if afraid of touching his wound.
Before she knew it, he had pressed her against the edge of the bathtub.
Duan Xingzhi took her hand and lowered it into the water.
“Here.” His voice was hoarse as it brushed against her eardrum.
The heat on his body was astonishing.
Shen Zhiyi's fingertips trembled slightly as she gently touched him, "Does it hurt?"
She dared not exert any force.
Everywhere she looked, there were wounds of all sizes, crisscrossing each other.
Shen Zhiyi thought of how she looked when she first found him.
When I saw his injuries, I felt only excitement, not heartache.
But now, even though empathy is blocked, she seems to be able to feel what he feels and what he feels.
"Ayi." Duan Xingzhi didn't answer her question. Instead, he enveloped her with his deep, dark gaze and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want me to feel better?"
He covered her hand with his, increasing the pressure.
"You know how to please me."
Duan Xingzhi lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers, his deep eyes blazing with intense passion.
"Help."
"Please."
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