Xu Zhiqiu rested both hands on the rim of the tub, her wet, long hair hanging straight down as she gazed downward, waiting for Naraku to bring her clothes.
After a while, Naraku returned with her clothes.
Xu Zhiqiu was just about to thank him when she saw him hang her clothes to one side, then begin undoing his own.
Xu Zhiqiu: "???"
Seeing Naraku about to remove his innermost layer, Xu Zhiqiu sank into the water up to her neck. Gripping the rim of the tub, she looked at him warily and asked softly, "Naraku, I asked you to bring my clothes. Why are you taking yours off?"
By the time she finished speaking, Naraku had already stripped naked. At her question, he glanced at the woman who had covered her eyes but left gaps between her fingers, a smile playing on his lips. "Because I want to bathe with Qiu."
Naraku's body had been pieced together. Naturally, when constructing it, he had made sure to give himself a lean physique, eight evenly defined abdominal muscles, and, most importantly, plenty down there.
Xu Zhiqiu stole a few looks, then quickly averted her gaze and said shyly, "You're awful." So Naraku had that sort of thing on his mind too.
After a perfectly innocent bath.
The two lay on the bedding, a quilt covering them,
Wearing a thin white dress, Xu Zhiqiu nestled in Naraku's arms, her slender fingers restlessly stroking his chest.
Only when Naraku caught her hand did she settle down.
Naraku lowered his head, breathing in her fragrance. "Qiu, I'm a grown man. Keep moving, and don't think I can't do anything about you."
As he spoke, tentacles emerged from his body and wrapped around Xu Zhiqiu's ankles, as though warning her that if she disobeyed, the