There is a spacious bathtub in the hotel bathroom, with a specially designed shower area next to it.
Zhao ii didn’t wash in the bathtub, Shi Yang didn’t allow it, saying it was dirty.
The water was a little cold at first, but it ward up soon, adjusting to a moderate temperature. White steam slowly rose, mingling with the sound of rushing water, pounding the restlessness and unease in Zhao ii’s heart.
Zhao ii stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water spray over her body; she didn’t wash her hair or face, just stood there blankly, mind swirling with Shi Yang’s words: "She is my sister."
Shi Yang opened the bathroom door, and saw Zhao ii standing under the showerhead with her head slightly lowered, lost in thought.
Her soft hair clung wetly to her body, water flowing along her slender, tan skin, outlining a tempting fluidity.
Zhao ii’s shoulders were very narrow; while clothed, due to her tall stature, she looked elegant, but naked like this, she appeared sowhat frail.
Thin people usually have small chests, but Zhao ii’s was strikingly full, standing out on her slender figure, with a hint of jade-like whiteness from lack of sun exposure.
Hearing a sound, Zhao ii looked up and saw Shi Yang. She didn’t shy away or cover up but looked at him candidly, pursing her lips.
Through the swirling steam, Zhao ii pouted slowly, clearly displaying her displeasure.
If Shi Yang still couldn’t see that Zhao ii was sulking by now, he wouldn’t be himself.
A little thought from Shi Yang, and he understood why Zhao ii was unhappy. His heart was filled with joy and guilt.
Standing at the door, he started taking off his clothes. While doing so, he asked, "It’s been two days, should I help you scrub?"
His voice was exceptionally gentle through the steam.
Zhao ii responded with a muffled "hmm," feeling even more aggrieved.
Zhao ii stepped aside, turned her back, bracing the wall with her hands, her gaze fixed on Shi Yang’s approaching feet.
Shi Yang had nice-looking feet, evenly long toes, and nails always trimd neatly. Zhao ii suddenly recalled that when they were young, Shi Yang would often take her to wash her feet and then trim her nails.
Thinking of these, Zhao ii’s pent-up dissatisfaction sowhat eased. She felt Shi Yang’s hand on her shoulder, the other scrubbing her back with a towel, neither too hard nor too soft, very careful.
Shi Yang silently scrubbed Zhao ii for a while, his fingers gliding over her skin softened by the hot water.
After finishing her back, Shi Yang held Zhao ii’s waist, turned her around, withdrew his hand from behind, scrubbed Zhao ii’s neck, collarbone, chest, then suddenly pulled her into his arms.
A breath held in anger, Zhao ii, pressed against Shi Yang’s chest, wanted to struggle and leave.
Shi Yang’s arm strengthened, holding her firmly: "ii."
The voice close to her ear was so gentle it could lt into water.
"Are you mad at ? Not going to be nice to ?"
Zhao ii bit her lip, her gaze slid across Shi Yang’s face, ultimately ceasing the struggle.
Shi Yang pressed his chin against Zhao ii’s neck, cheek against cheek, both arms tightly around her waist, securing her firmly in his embrace.
Shi Yang’s voice carried a pampering smile: "Are you really angry?"
Zhao ii’s nasal voice was muffled: "I’m not angry..."
"Your pout could hang a bottle of oil, and you’re still not angry? Co, let taste if it’s dripping oil..."
With a teasing chuckle, Shi Yang kissed Zhao ii’s ear, teeth gently biting her earlobe, kissing her lips more deeply, voice hoarse and uncontrollable.
Zhao ii frowned, still upset in her heart. Bitten by Shi Yang’s kisses, she felt even more wronged. She pushed Shi Yang: "I don’t want you to kiss !"
Shi Yang bit her lip, not letting go: "Then who do you want to kiss you?"
Zhao ii lowered her eyes, remained silent, protesting silently.
Shi Yang released her lips, sighed, realizing he hadn’t had the chance to communicate his plan with her, just happened to run into Zhang Jiahui and Liu Cheng. It was purely coincidental, but indeed he hadn’t considered his little sweetheart’s feelings. Hugging Zhao ii, he soothed her: "Don’t be mad, okay? If there’s sothing bothering you, tell . If you’re angry with , you should give a chance to explain, right?"
"I’m not mad, why would I be mad?" Zhao ii replied with resentnt.
Shi Yang reached to pinch Zhao ii’s earlobe: "Was it because we t Zhang Jiahui in Tianjin before? Or because when I introduced you to Liu Cheng, I said you were my sister, not my girlfriend?"
Zhao ii didn’t speak, snorted heavily through her nose, tacitly admitting it.
Shi Yang gently explained: "Liu Cheng plans to acquire the Naughty Castle. The first thing he would do upon returning ho would be to check out the Naughty Castle’s recent business. He might also inquire with your mom. I feared he might inadvertently ntion running into us, and then your mom would find out."
Zhao ii tilted her head, pulled her earlobe away from Shi Yang’s fingers, and said discontentedly, "Why can’t my mom know? I’ve grown up, and I can date!"
With water hanging on Zhao ii’s body, a tug and pull made them rub against each other, Shi Yang let out a low grunt, having held back for two days, his whole body inflad. He quickly hugged Zhao ii tightly, not letting her move again, cleared his throat, and said, "Listen to . Us being together is not sothing we’re afraid to let your parents or mine know. I had planned to tell them this ti we go back, but this matter between us should be communicated by , not spread by others. Do you understand what I an?"
Zhao ii’s expression softened, she looked up at Shi Yang: "Really? You’ll tell my parents this ti we go back?"
Shi Yang nodded, a mischievous smile on his lips: "Of course, I’ll tell them. I’ve already turned the raw rice into cooked rice with you. If I don’t go and confess, should I wait for your parents to confront ? That would make too passive!"
Zhao ii smiled, standing on tiptoe to kiss Shi Yang’s chin: "Brother, do you think my parents will approve of us?"
Shi Yang confidently replied: "They’ll definitely approve."
Zhao ii pressed her face against Shi Yang’s chest, still worried, she asked again: "And uncle and aunt, will they agree to let marry you?"
Shi Yang hugged Zhao ii, lowering his head, just enough to look down past her shoulder. Zhao ii’s figure was incredibly good, with a defined waist leading down to rounded, perky buttocks, and long, slender legs, extrely appealing.
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