Fervent heat

As Jia Li released the last hairpin, her hair tumbled down, adding to her allure. Having shed her overcoat, it was now time for the remaining layers to go. 

Xianwu couldn't help but keep his gaze fixed upon her. Her every movement exuded grace and captivation. Unfastening the central knots of her dress, the upper garments effortlessly slipped off her frame. 

He remembered the way he had seen her on their wedding night. Back then, he restrained himself, but if given the chance now, he might not be able to resist.

"Could you please turn away?" Jia Li requested, her shyness still evident. 

"Of course," Xianwu complied, finally redirecting his gaze. The subtle sound of water accompanied his movements, breaking the silence that once enveloped the bathhouse.

Only when Jia Li had immersed herself in the hot water did Xianwu dare to glance back at her. His eyes met hers as she approached the pool.