Meanwhile, Tian Chen knew nothing of what had happened with Jiang Nannan. After saying goodbye to each of the women, he began cultivating tirelessly in his room.
Wang Dong'er was bathing nearby. She made no attempt to hide herself; the two had long since bared themselves to each other. If not for that damned Tang San standing in their way, they would already have known each other inside and out.
The bathroom door opened with a soft click, and billowing steam swept out, carrying the scent of roses.
Wang Dong'er stepped out barefoot, her wet pink-and-blue hair falling to her waist. Droplets slipped down her collarbone into the loose neckline of her bathrobe. She had not tightened the belt, leaving the front half open and revealing a broad expanse of snowy skin.
"Still cultivating?" Wang Dong'er came over and stroked Tian Chen's cheek, a droplet rolling down the bridge of her nose.
Tian Chen opened his eyes and met her smiling pink-and-blue gaze. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Wang Dong'er straddled his lap, the movement pulling her bathrobe completely open.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her damp hair brushing his collarbone. "You were gone for three whole days. Where did you run off to enjoy yourself this time?"
Her fingertips wandered over his chest, igniting scorching shivers wherever they passed. "Tonight... no more holding back."
Tian Chen's breath caught, his palm settling against the bare skin of her lower back.
He lowered his head and caught her earlobe between his teeth, his voice husky. "Dong'er, you're playing with fire."
"Then let it burn everything away." Wang Dong'er tilted her head back and kissed him, her tongue parting his teeth, carrying the fresh sweetness of her bath.
Her robe slipped down and pooled around her waist. She pressed herself