The next day.
Fine rain fell like cream along the riverbank. Two swift horses galloped down the muddy official road toward Lin'an Commandery's seat.
Ye Jingtang rode the Charcoal-Red Steed in front, wearing a cloak and a bamboo hat. Tall and mounted on a mighty horse, he looked extraordinarily imposing, like an iron tower racing through the curtain of rain.
Fan Qinghe followed close behind on the Black Horse, her arms around the slender Perfected Person Xuanji, a waterproof cloak wrapped around them both. Even as they traveled, she did not forget to scold her in a low voice:
"You're a religious practitioner, at least. How can you be so shameless? I asked you to help wipe him down..."
"I did wipe him down."
"You call that wiping him down?"
"Why wouldn't I? Ask Ye Jingtang yourself whether I got him clean."
"You... Pah..."
Their murmurs reached Ye Jingtang's ears, bringing a smile to his eyes. He felt Miss Fan really had wronged Shui'er a little.
Overall, Shui'er had been quite conscientious at the inn last night. Her method of wiping him down had simply been a little too sultry.
For instance, when wiping his legs, she had straddled the towel and rubbed her White Jade Tiger against his legs; to wipe his back, she had made him sit up, covered her own chest with the towel, then leaned against him and slowly rubbed. At the end, she had even used her already meager assets to give him a watermelon massage.
Although wiping him this way had been rather slow, there had been nothing wrong with the results, and she had even let him experience an unparalleled position in the household.
Unfortunately, Shui'er's opening stance was all ferocity, but when it came to the real thing, she could not