Chapter 105 The Heat of Passion: A Bath of Discoveries

Chapter 105 The Heat of Passion: A Bath of Discoveries

"Yan Yan, you're wet." Li Xin slipped her fingers between Yan Ruozhe's legs before they could close. After confirming Yan Ruozhe's dampness, she withdrew her slightly wet fingers and held them out for Yan Ruozhe to see, a playful confirmation of her words. Yan Ruozhe awkwardly turned her head away, avoiding Li Xin's mischievous actions, though the words "Yan Yan" sounded intimate and incredibly suggestive when Li Xin said them.

"Yan Yan is shy," Li Xin said with a laugh, wrapping her arms around Yan Ruozhe's waist, her fingers lightly roaming over Yan Ruozhe's fair skin. Yan Ruozhe's skin, even paler than her own, flushed easily after passion, a sight so enticing it made Li Xin want to nibble on it.

"Li Xin!" Yan Ruozhe warned, a hint of annoyance in her voice, as Li Xin's actions became increasingly bold. Suddenly, Yan Ruozhe found herself missing the old Li Xin. This new, bolder Li Xin felt like a big gray wolf compared to the little lamb of the past, who rarely went against her wishes.

"Hm? Want to take a bath?" Li Xin asked knowingly, pressing her body so close to Yan Ruozhe's that her warm, full breasts pressed against Yan Ruozhe's back. That soft, slick touch and the radiating heat gave Yan Ruozhe a strange feeling, a mix of resistance and something akin to desire.

"Don't get so close…" Yan Ruozhe felt a bit overwhelmed by the intimacy.

"I just want to help you bathe," Li Xin said innocently, turning on the showerhead. Hot water streamed down, instantly soaking both of them.

Li Xin carefully washed Yan Ruozhe's body, something she had done many times before. Yan Ruozhe always insisted on bathing both before and after, and seeing how exhausted she was afterward, Li Xin was always happy to take over. The person she loved never knew how to treat herself well, so naturally, Li Xin felt it was her duty to care for her.

Watching Li Xin earnestly bathe her, Yan Ruozhe suddenly recalled how demanding work used to be, leaving her utterly drained in her free time. After being thoroughly loved in bed by Li Xin, she would be completely spent, so when Li Xin offered to help, she readily accepted. Thinking back now, Li Xin had indeed been good to her, if only she hadn't taken every opportunity to sneakily touch her sensitive spots. This woman was clearly being naughty.

"Yan Yan, I'm done washing you. Now it's your turn to wash me," Li Xin said, looking at Yan Ruozhe expectantly, like a child awaiting a reward after finishing a task.

Yan Ruozhe met Li Xin's hopeful gaze, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to touch her body. In the misty steam, Li Xin's figure looked even more alluring. Yan Ruozhe's fingers twitched slightly before touching Li Xin's skin, which was smooth like a peeled egg, soft yet firm. Li Xin worked out and took care of her body, and the results were obvious.

Yan Ruozhe tried her best to wash Li Xin carefully, but wherever her fingers went, it felt like casting a spell, sending electric currents across Li Xin's skin. It felt so good that Li Xin wanted to cry out. Being pampered like this was incredible, so much so that Li Xin wanted to sigh contentedly.

Before Yan Ruozhe's hand reached Li Xin's full, perky breasts, she felt a reluctance to touch them, yet also a strong curiosity. Would touching such fullness feel as good for Li Xin as it did for her? Slowly, Yan Ruozhe's hand covered Li Xin's softness, and the sensitive little peak hardened slightly in her palm. Yan Ruozhe looked at Li Xin in surprise; her body was truly sensitive.

Seeing Yan Ruozhe's hand on her chest, Li Xin imagined it wasn't just washing but caressing her. Such sensual thoughts made her body even more sensitive.

Yan Ruozhe gently scrubbed Li Xin's fair breasts, and with her movements, Li Xin felt her body ignite, craving more of Yan Ruozhe's touch. What started as a pleasant task turned into an almost unbearable torment of desire. The longing, unfulfilled for years, surged like floodwaters through an opened gate. Li Xin unconsciously clenched her thighs, pushing her chest higher as if inviting a taste. Whether flushed by the hot water or passion, her face glowed with a captivating charm, so breathtaking that Yan Ruozhe couldn't help but swallow hard. Few could resist such vivid allure.

Yan Ruozhe's hand moved from her chest to her stomach, then down her thighs, stoking the fire across every inch of Li Xin's skin. Finally, unable to hold back, Li Xin let out a soft whimper. As Yan Ruozhe's fingers slid toward the inner side of her thighs, Li Xin parted them, wanting Yan Ruozhe to touch her there. Whether intentional or not, she simply wanted Yan Ruozhe to caress the spot already soaked through. She admitted her own wantonness, but it was only ever for Yan Ruozhe. At thirty, she was no ignorant girl. For five years, her longing for Yan Ruozhe had never been satisfied. Before Yan Ruozhe, she'd had two relationships, but neither compared; those were mere liking, never love. For Yan Ruozhe, though, it was a deep, inescapable love etched into her heart.

Seeing Li Xin willingly part her thighs, Yan Ruozhe realized what she wanted, but that area felt inexplicably taboo to her, a woman's most private place. She lingered around it, building Li Xin's anticipation to a fever pitch, yet her slender fingers never reached the spot Li Xin longed for her to touch. The mix of hope and impatience gnawed at Li Xin like ants biting her heart, nearly driving her mad.

"Yan Yan… you haven't washed there…" Li Xin reminded her with a breathless gasp, her face burning as she spoke. She wanted to appear composed, but heaven knew composure wasn't something she could fake.

Yan Ruozhe knew exactly what Li Xin meant by "there." Looking up at Li Xin's flushed face, her aroused and almost desperate expression, this woman was too seductive, too enchanting. Even Yan Ruozhe, who hadn't previously felt such strong attraction to women, felt an undeniable urge to touch her.

Seeing Li Xin's desire-filled face, Yan Ruozhe realized for the first time that Li Xin had needs too. She'd been ignoring them, selfishly so. Suddenly, she wanted to release Li Xin's pent-up longing; she could only imagine how even more captivating Li Xin would look afterward. She must have been a fox spirit in a past life. Slowly, Yan Ruozhe slid her fingers toward Li Xin's drenched thighs. As Li Xin saw those fingertips reach her core, the visual and physical impact hit her like never before, every cell screaming.

At this point, Yan Ruozhe felt a reckless resolve. Since it was happening, she'd do it well. If Li Xin wanted complete satisfaction, she'd give it to her. Yan Ruozhe never liked half-measures; once she overcame her mental barrier, she acted decisively and aimed for perfection.

"After washing, we'll go to bed and do it until you're fully satisfied, body and soul," Yan Ruozhe said with earnest determination.