Like a Song, Like a Confession

The hot water in the bathtub continuously emitted steam, completely enveloping the two figures in a hazy white mist.

That kiss, which struck straight to the soul, seemed to last so long it felt like it sucked all the air out of the room.

When Lu Yan finally reluctantly released Aemeath's pink lips, her originally fair cheeks were now as red as ripe peaches, all the way to her ears.

Aemeath was breathing slightly, her eyes filled with a layer of water even thicker than the steam in the bathroom.

She instinctively wanted to step back and create some distance to calm her pounding heart.

However, just as she moved her body slightly, the undeniable temperature beneath the water's surface was clearly transmitted to her senses.

Aemeath's movements suddenly froze.

Her pupils trembled, and her already flushed cheeks became even hotter.

She bit her kissed, slightly flustered lower lip, her voice barely audible, tinged with a shy, coquettish tone. "A-Yan... you..."

Upon hearing those soft, sweet words, Lu Yan tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace.

His laughter echoed in the bathroom, the vibrations of his chest clearly transmitted to Aemeath, who was pressed against him.

Lu Yan gently stroked her burning cheek with his thumb. "I can't help it. How can I not be moved when my beloved Little Aemeath is in my arms?"

"Besides, didn't you do it on purpose? You should have known the consequences of doing something like this in this situation."

His frankness only made Aemeath more shy. She buried her face deep in the crook of his neck, refusing to lift her head like an ostrich.

"Don't hide." Lu Yan chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

(I got ganked in the middle.)

The sound of panting was particularly clear in the quiet bathroom.

All of Aemeath's strength turned into a pile of mud at this moment.

She leaned back and slumped against Lu Yan's chest, her long, wet hair clinging to Lu Yan burning skin.

Lu Yan's chest heaved violently, each heartbeat resonating with Aemeath's soul.

Although the exertion he had just experienced was enough to leave him exhausted, Lu Yan felt a clarity and abundance he had never felt before.

After a long while, Aemeath seemed to finally regain consciousness from that state.

She let out a soft, almost whimpering sigh, like a cat whose fur had been completely smoothed out.

"A-Yan ~~" Her voice was terribly hoarse, yet filled with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Aemeath moved her fingers slightly and gently scratched Lu Yan's leg, as if to confirm his presence.

"Was the massage comfortable?" Lu Yan turned his head slightly, his thin lips brushing against her moist earlobe, a hint of smugness in his voice.

Aemeath turned away and buried her face in the crook of his neck, no longer looking at the terrifying image in the mirror.

She greedily inhaled Lu Yan's scent at the nape of his neck.

"Mmm," Aemeath responded vaguely, then, as if to emphasize, she gently bit Lu Yan's collarbone again, "Really... comfortable."

"It feels so good... I feel like I'm about to die..." Aemeath murmured dazedly.

"Silly girl, don't say things like that." Lu Yan gently tapped her head and chuckled.

The air outside the bathtub was slightly cool, Aemeath instinctively shivered.

Seeing this, Lu Yan picked her up and carried her to a small stool next to the washbasin.

Aemeath leaned limply against the sink.

She tilted her head slightly, her bright golden eyes misty with tears, still carrying a lingering sense of bewilderment.

Aemeath looked at Lu Yan, her voice still hoarse and languid from singing, and said in a soft, drawn-out tone, "I'm being all sweet and coquettish."

"Please wash my hair, okay? You've made me so lazy I don't even have the strength to lift my arm."

"Okay~" Lu Yan patted Aemeath's head, his eyes overflowing with doting affection.

He took the showerhead and carefully tested the water temperature on the back of his hand to make sure the water was just the right temperature before directing the water stream at her wet, pink hair.

Warm water slowly soaked into her hair. Lu Yan squeezed out shampoo, rubbed it into his palms to create a fine, rich white foam, and then gently ran his hands through her hair.

Lu Yan gently kneaded her scalp with his fingertips, massaging along the acupoints with just the right amount of pressure.

The tingling, numbing sensation made Aemeath squint her eyes contentedly, letting out a soft, cat-like hum.

The bathroom was filled only with the sound of running water and the faint scent of shampoo mixed with rose essential oil.

Aemeath felt the moderate pressure coming from above her head and looked at Lu Yan's handsome profile, which was slightly lowered due to his focus.

This sense of security, of being wholeheartedly cared for by her lover, filled her entire chest.

She suddenly chuckled softly, turned her head slightly, and looked at Lu Yan with bright, sparkling eyes, saying, "A-Yan, haven't you noticed? The way we are now, we seem like an old married couple who have been together for many years~"

Lu Yan paused slightly in his massage, lowered his eyes, and looked at the beautiful face in his arms.

"What, you've already gotten used to it?" Lu Yan teased her deliberately, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Just now, someone's reaction in front of the mirror wasn't like this at all."

"Oh, you still say that!" Aemeath's cheeks flushed slightly. "I meant this feeling right now! You wash my hair, I lean against you... it feels like we've been living like this for decades."

Lu Yan understood the deep affection and sense of reassurance in her words.

He lowered his head and gently placed a warm kiss on the top of her pink, foamy hair, saying firmly, "If this is what it means to be an old married couple, then there will be countless opportunities in the future for me to wash your hair like this every day, okay?"

"Mmm~" Aemeath closed her eyes contentedly, her smile widening. "Then you'd better remember what you said today. If you ever dare to find me annoying again, I'll... I'll lock you up at home and forbid you from going anywhere!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. It is my honor to serve you." Lu Yan replied with a smile, his movements becoming even gentler and more meticulous.

"That's more like it." Aemeath contentedly, then obediently closed her eyes to enjoy his service.

After washing her thoroughly, Lu Yan picked up the showerhead and patiently rinsed away the remaining essential oil and foam from Aemeath's body. Once clean, Lu Yan didn't let her get out of bed on her own.

He pulled over two large, thick bath towels.

One Aemeath's entire body like a silkworm cocoon, carefully covering even her wet pink hair, leaving only her rosy, pretty face exposed; the other rope was hastily wrapped around her waist.

He once again carried the Aemeath out of the bathroom in a steady princess carry.