Chapter 106: Washed to Feel More Comfortable

The bathroom filled with slowly drifting mist; Ji Jiangci's motion to step inside halted, seeing Ye Xi'an who had opened the door but kept her head down, not daring to look at him—his gaze froze for a moment.

Ye Xi'an wrapped a towel around her chest, revealing her snow‑white shoulders and delicate collarbone.

Her skin, flushed from the hot‑water soak, bore a faint rosy glow like newly opened peach blossoms, exuding an alluring softness.

Water droplets slid slowly down the graceful line of her collarbone, finally soaked up by the towel.

Her waist‑length curls, corroded by the mutant vines, now reached only to her chin; Ye Xi'an had swept them behind her ears, revealing a strikingly beautiful face.

He had never seen a female with short hair look so beautiful.

"Come in."

Yi Yang poked his head out from behind Ji Jiangci: "Honey, I'll help you bathe too!"

As soon as Yi Yang spoke, Bao Jing also wanted to join, and even Lin Zhi Jing tagged along for the fun.

"No!" Ye Xi'an, though she wanted to shift her mindset and properly enjoy being treated as a female on Zhu Shen Xing, knew she had to take it slow—being helped by so many men for the first time would make her so nervous she might faint.

"Let you help me bathe another time; this time just let Ji Jiangci wash me."

Yi Yang pouted, glaring at Ji Jiangci with envy, thinking, "Older brother Ji really has it good—he gets to help Ye Xi'an bathe."

"Alright." Bao Jing tugged the towel up on Ye Xi'an's chest, then draped another layer over her: "Hurry up and wash, don't catch a cold."

Ye Xi'an hummed in acknowledgment, grabbed the towel Bao Jing had draped over her, turned and headed for the tub; Ji Jiangci followed silently behind, the two saying nothing as the only sound in the bathroom was the faucet's drip, everything else still.

By the time they reached the tub, there was nowhere else to go; Ye Xi'an closed her eyes, feeling embarrassed, wondering what she should do—should she take off the towel and step in, or stand and wait for Ji Jiangci to come give her a massage? He didn't say a word.

With her back to Ji Jiangci, Ye Xi'an whispered, voice as faint as a mosquito: "Do you want me to lie down for the massage, or stand up?"

"Lie down."

Ye Xi'an's heart fluttered, her chest tingling as if struck by a current; she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, yanked the towel away with a splash, and sat down in the water.

Only when the water covered her body did Ye Xi'an dare open her eyes, looking somewhat unnaturally at Ji Jiangci: "Come on, I'm ready."

Seeing Ye Xi'an's face, as if she were about to face death with composure, Ji Jiangci couldn't help but let a warm, moist smile appear; he shook his head helplessly, set the towel aside, also pulled off the waist‑tied bath towel, neatly folded it, and placed it on the washstand.

And Ye Xi'an watched, wide‑eyed, as Ji Jiangci, moving with fluid ease, stripped himself completely naked, his second brother swinging, and strode over to her.

She didn't stop him or cry out for him to leave; she just felt a bit light‑headed, her gaze fixed as she steadied her head, her mind replaying over and over the image of Ji Jiangci completely naked.

One must admit, Ji Jiangci's physique is excellent—each muscle shaped as if molded to perfect proportion, neither too big nor too small, neither fat nor thin, a build very suited for kneeling and licking.

Such a figure in the mist‑filled bathroom is incredibly tempting, especially with a mirror behind him that neatly frames his buttocks and two pale mounds, delivering a strong visual impact.

Ji Jiangci walked to the side of the tub and squatted down; the tub's height reached his chest, putting their gazes on the same level.

Gazing at the faintly warm water in his peripheral vision, a flash of self‑reproach crossed his eyes: "I forgot to buy bath bombs, and flower petals."