Transmigrating to the BeastWorld,I Picked Up an Adorable BeastHusband! Chapter 17: Soft bosoms pressed against his back

His face flushed so fast it was almost impressive, color spreading from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears.

He sucked in a slow breath, then bit his lip, looking away just as quickly.

"...You are." he said hoarsely, then stopped, as if unsure how to continue. "...very beautiful."

His body, unfortunately, reacted faster than his mind.

Ningning noticed.

Imdiately.

Her eyes widened.

"Oh."

Oh.

So that’s what it looks like when it’s...excited.

Her embarrassnt faded just a little, replaced by sothing dangerously close to confidence.

Seeing him flustered made her feel... braver.

She took a tentative step closer.

Weijie noticed and stiffened. "Ningning.."

She chuckled nervously. "I was just—"

She reached out without thinking.

He caught her wrist instantly, his grip firm but gentle.

"We cannot." he said, voice strained but resolute. "Not yet. We must bond first. Or wait until the mating season."

She blinked.

"...Oh."

She hadn’t ant anything serious, it was just a handjob.

Still, she nodded quickly. "Right. Sorry. I won’t push."

His shoulders relaxed a fraction.

"...Thank you."

They stood there awkwardly for a mont, both very aware of everything they were not addressing.

Ningning cleared her throat. "We’ll just... ignore the fact that it’s standing."

He coughed lightly. "...Yes, it will go down on its own.."

Ningning nodded very seriously. "Good. Let’s... pretend it doesn’t exist."

They both failed spectacularly.

The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the sound of the waterfall and the gentle movent of water around their legs.

Ningning cleared her throat and finally crouched by the basket. She took out the soap, studied it for a second, then frowned.

Using the whole thing at once would be a cri.

She carefully sliced off a small portion, placing the rest back onto the leaf and tucking it safely into the basket like treasure.

Then she dissolved the small piece in her hands with a little water, watching it foam slightly.

She turned and walked toward Weijie.

He imdiately took a step back.

"I’m going to help you wash," she said.

"No," he replied instantly. "You don’t need to do that."

"I—"

"No," he repeated, firr this ti.

She stared at him.

"...You’re covered in dirt," she pointed out. "And your feet are completely brown.."

"I can wash myself."

She narrowed her eyes. "Do you even know how to use soap?"

That made him hesitate.

Just for half a second.

"...Yes."

That hesitation told her everything.

She sighed. "At least let help you wash your hair."

"No.." he said again, and this ti he actually sidestepped her, as if she were sothing dangerous.

Ningning blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then "...Are you avoiding ?" she asked slowly.

"No.." he said, while very clearly avoiding her.

Her lips twitched.

Then flattened.

Fine then.

She shoved the soap into his hands. "Here. Figure it out."

She grabbed another small slice for herself, turned on her heel, and walked to the other side of the waterfall.

With the most obvious silent treatnt she could muster.

Weijie watched her go, utterly baffled.

"...Ningning?" he called.

No response.

"I did not an to offend you."

Silence.

"I am simply... not accustod to being washed by soone else."

Nothing.

He awkwardly looked down at the soap in his hand, sniffed it again, then glanced back at her.

"...It does sll nice," he tried.

She dipped her head under the water pointedly.

[Oh no. She’s mad.]

[Dumpling has activated: Silent Mode.]

Ningning scrubbed her arms with unnecessary force, cheeks puffed slightly.

She wasn’t angry.

She was just... flustered.

And embarrassed.

And maybe a little annoyed that she was the only one trying to act normal.

Behind her, Weijie stood very still, soap clutched in his hand like a weapon he didn’t know how to use, glancing between her back and the waterfall like he was facing a life-or-death decision.

"...Do I rub this on my head?" he asked tentatively.

She paused.

Then sighed.

"...Yes," she replied, still not turning around. "With water."

"...Ah."

A mont later, she heard splashing.

Then coughing.

Then—

"That is too much foam."

She bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Fine.

She was still a little annoyed.

But maybe... just a little amused too.

"Co here. I will help you.."

Weijie froze.

Slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal, he did as she said and sat down on a smooth rock beneath the waterfall, water cascading gently over his shoulders.

He kept his back straight, hands resting stiffly on his knees, every muscle wound tight.

Ningning stepped behind him.

The mont she sat down as well, close enough that her knees brushed his back, his entire body went rigid.

She was too close.

Far too close.

Her thighs pressed lightly against him.

Her chest—soft, warm—rested against his back in a way that made his breath hitch painfully.

This was torture.

Pure, unfiltered torture.

Weijie swallowed hard, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it over the water.

"Relax.." she said softly, unaware or pretending to be unaware of the chaos she was causing. "You’re so tense."

Easier said than done.

She poured water over his head, fingers carefully working the soap into his hair.

Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, nails lightly grazing his scalp as she massaged.

It felt... nice.

A low, traitorous sound almost escaped his throat before he clenched his jaw and forced it back down.

His face was burning. His ears felt like they were on fire.

Her fingers moved slowly, patiently, and every ti she leaned forward just a little more, he felt the soft press of her bosoms against his back and nearly lost his mind.

"Is... is this correct?" he asked, voice strained, trying desperately to focus on anything else.

"Yes," Ningning replied, smiling faintly as she worked. "You’re doing great. See? Not so scary."

Scary wasn’t the word.

Dangerous was.

He stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on the falling water, repeating every calming thought he had ever learned.

Do not move.

Do not turn.

Do not think.

Behind him, Ningning humd quietly, fingers moving through his hair with practiced ease, completely unaware of how close he was to combusting.

Or maybe... she knew.