Qiao Xi's mind hadn't yet grasped what a compromise solution meant.
She only saw Huo Xingzhou get up and walk into the private bathroom, and soon the sound of water could be heard inside.
In no time, he came out holding a steaming towel.
"I'll wash you down."
He said matter-of-factly, with not the slightest hint of a joke on his face.
Qiao Xi tightened her grip on the sheets, with a burning heat rising from her back.
She still wasn't quite used to such intimacy. Washing implied that he would be consciously and carefully running his fingers and the towel over every inch of her body.
Even when they were in bed, it hadn't been like this.
During the heat of passion, she always shyly asked him to turn off the lights, or reached out to cover his eyes. She couldn't face being looked at so intently, those eyes that conquered her.
She always felt a rush of shame in her heart, embarrassed that someone would see her in such a wanton state.
Even if that person was Huo Xingzhou.
