Warmth of Bathing with Bibi Dong

Bibi Dong's body stiffened for an almost imperceptible instant, but this time she did not stop him. She merely turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on the mist curling up from the pool, letting his fingers move before her.

The ornate, heavy Pope's Robe was removed, folded neatly, and set aside. Next came the outer garment embroidered with gold patterns, then the inner clothing...

As layer after layer of fabric was stripped away, her skin was gradually exposed to the warm, damp air.

In the end, only a thin silk slip remained on her body. The half-transparent material could barely conceal anything, outlining her graceful curves beneath the lamplight.

Dai Chengfeng's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

Amid the hazy steam, her skin was as fair as jade, glowing with a pearl-like sheen, faintly flushed pink from embarrassment.

A few strands of her damp long hair clung to her cheek side, making the face that was usually so dignified and imposing seem breathtakingly soft and beautiful at this moment.

And as this last piece of clothing fell away, Dai Chengfeng once again gently lifted Bibi Dong into his arms and stepped into the warm spring water.

The warm spring water instantly enveloped her entire body, and the perfectly comfortable temperature made Bibi Dong unconsciously let out a nearly inaudible sigh.

She leaned against the smooth wall of the pool and closed her eyes, allowing that warmth to seep into every inch of her tense muscles.

Dai Chengfeng also stepped into the pool and sat down beside her.

An arm's length separated the two of them—not too far, not too close.

He did not speak, only quietly watched her.

The water ripples swayed gently, and the flower petals brushed against their skin with the ripples, bringing a faint ticklish