Bathing and Dressing His Wife

After pulling away, Chen Ju’s cheeks were bright red, and even the corners of his eyes began to burn. He lowered his gaze, not daring to look at Jiang Zhou, and murmured, “O-okay, that’s enough.”

“That doesn’t count as a kiss.” Jiang Zhou leaned closer until their foreheads touched, pressed a hand to the back of Chen Ju’s neck, and kissed him. “This is a kiss.”

Chen Ju’s body went weak from the kiss, and he had to grab Jiang Zhou’s shoulders to keep himself from sinking down.

Jiang Zhou was gentler than before. His hand moved down Chen Ju’s back to his waist. Chen Ju’s wet clothes had turned transparent in the water, revealing the skin beneath the fabric.

With a splash, Chen Ju was pulled down onto Jiang Zhou’s lap. Head bowed, he accepted the sudden, passionate kiss.

“No, don’t... not like this...” Chen Ju’s eyes flew open in alarm. He looked at Jiang Zhou with fearful, tearful eyes and tried to push him away, but when his hands touched Jiang Zhou, they were limp and powerless.

Jiang Zhou showed no sign of letting go. His hand kept moving as he stared at Chen Ju with a burning gaze, lips slightly parted as he panted softly. A bead of sweat slid from his temple to his chin and fell into the water, sending out a tiny ripple.

In the quiet bathroom, only the sound of water and low, husky, sensual panting remained. Chen Ju’s body was limp, his mind a muddle, and his eyes stayed fixed on Jiang Zhou’s face as if he couldn’t control them.

The face that was usually cool and indifferent was now tinged with desire. His brows were faintly furrowed, his wet hair swept back, and the skin beneath his eyes flushed red. It was impossible to look away.

Chen Ju’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He stopped struggling, held back his voice, and closed his eyes, his face red as he felt Jiang Zhou’s warmth...