âDid you really get this scar from falling?â
âYes.â
âHow did you fall?â She looked at the stitched wound and wondered how it could come from a fall.
Yin Shaojie replied casually, âItâs been a long time since then. I donât remember.â
In truth, he did remember but he couldnât tell her just yet.
After wiping his back, Mu Xiaoxiao lifted up his hand to continue scrubbing him.
âOkay, itâs almost done.â
âWait.â Yin Shaojie suddenly grabbed her small hand to stop her from going away. âYou havenât done the front.â
âHey, donât try to cheat me. You told me to clean your back. Your front is not your back, is it?â Mu Xiaoxiao became shrewder as she rebutted him.
Yin Shaojie chuckled. This wretch still had her wits about her.
He said, âSince you are already doing the scrubbing, you can just continue scrubbing a little more, canât you?â
The image of his manly chest and abdominal muscles surfaced in her mind and she swallowed her saliva, hesitated, and said, âJust a little more, alright? Your chest, right?â
âYeah,â Yin Shaojie replied.
âOkay.â Mu Xiaoxiao was affected slightly, and she agreed. âTurn around.â
Yin Shaojie turned around and ran his fingers through his wet, black hair. The handsome yet casual look gave off an unusual charm.
âHere?â Mu Xiaoxiao asked, her small hand reaching over and rubbing the towel on his chest.
His alluring pecs were so close.
Mu Xiaoxiaoâs heartbeat accelerated and her eyes seemed glued to his chest.
There was foam on the towel. When she rubbed the towel across his chest, it left a trail of foam.
As she rubbed, her small hand went down past his well-defined abs.
âOkay, Iâm done!â She rubbed very quickly this time, taking less than half a minute.
Yin Shaojie looked at her with a slight smile and there was a faint heat in his eyes. âYou missed some parts.â
âI rubbed everywhere. Which part did I miss?â She rubbed his waist area casually.
She didnât miss anywhere, did she?
âBelow,â Yin Shaojie said slowly.
âWhere?â Mu Xiaoxiao controlled herself, her eyes staying at his abs. She dared not look down further.
âBelow.â Yin Shaojie repeated. There was amusement in his magnetic voice.
Mu Xiaoxiao paused and noticed something.
But it was too late, he had caught her small hand and dipped it underwaterâ¦
Mu Xiaoxiaoâs cheeks turned red as she thought about what to do.
Must she really help him rub down there?
Just then, a pleasant ringing tone was heard.
The cell phoneâs screen lit up at the sink.
âMy phone is ringing!â She quickly said, as if she had found an excuse.
âQiqing again?â Yin Shaojie frowned. âSheâs not going to discuss some other sex toy, is she?â
Hearing this, Mu Xiaoxiaoâs heart thumped. If it was Qiqing, she was afraid he would take the phone from her. Jeez, Qiqing was really going to give her a heart attack today.
She quickly stood up. Her hands were still wet as she walked over to the sink to get the cell phone.
âMaybe itâs someone else! It might not be Qiqing.â
âIgnore her!â Yin Shaojie said, unhappy that she was leaving.
He still needed her to comfort him down there.
However, she took the cell phone and instead of going back, she opened the door and ran out.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWash yourself up! Iâll go take the call!â
âMu Xiaoxiao, you come back here!â