Swish.
The man applied a little too much force and, with a sharp sound, the old book was suddenly missing a corner.
However, Baili Jia Jue behaved as if nothing had happened. He smoothed his robes while a dim light was flickering in his irises, as if he was waiting for the right chance to act.
As Helian Wei Wei poured the water into the wooden bathtub, she felt warmth burning into her back.
As she looked back, the view of Baili Jia Jue’s side profile welcomed her. He elegantly undid his collar and let his robes pool at his feet, revealing his extraordinarily fine body that even God himself would envy.
Stopping herself from staring, Helian Wei Wei turned back and scattered flower petals into the wooden tub, thinking that for someone who bathes thrice a day, he definitely would have a certain standard of expectations for the water’s quality.
Never would she have guessed that once Baili Jia Jue stepped foot behind the screen, the air seemed to have thickened to the point where it seemed like no one would be able to see whatever happens in there.
Helian Wei Wei subconsciously moved backward and picked up a white towel. Looking sideways, she said, “The water is at the right temperature, you can enter now.”
The hot, steamy air gushed at her face, but Helian Wei Wei maintained a straight face throughout, calmness written all over it.
Baili Jia Jue derived amusement from the sight. Under normal circumstances, any girl would be flushed and fidgeting if put in this situation.
This little thing, however, carried a hint of a ruffian’s aura.
Unknowing people would even think that she was skilled in this.
The corners of Baili Jia Jue’s thin lips curved upwards in a smooth arc as he stepped into the wooden barrel, then leaned back in a half-sitting position lazily. He was dressed in a white wide-sleeved, embroidered robe which revealed half of his well-defined, seductive chest. His raven hair fell in thick locks behind his head and his deep eyes glowed faintly, resembling an ancient well, as if trying to suppress his beauty. The image was the very definition of handsome.
Bathing such a beautiful man did not make Helian Wei Wei feel like she was suffering a loss at all. In fact, it was enjoyable for her; she whistled as she brushed over every inch of Baili Jia Jue.
There were no instances where things got awkward at all.
It was just that every time Helian Wei Wei reached into the tub, she would be extra cautious to avoid touching some places that ought not be touched.
The playfulness in Baili Jia Jue’s smile grew by the minute, and soon that playfulness turned into a sort of evil but charming smile.
“All done.” Helian Wei Wei retracted her hand, a faint smile lingering on her face, “Be careful not to wet your left hand.”
Patter!
While she spoke, the water droplets that she had not managed to wipe off on time had dripped onto her blouse, turning the white material of the shirt translucent, revealing her red silk undergarments.
Baili Jia Jue’s gulped as his gaze landed on her chest, making no attempt to make his staring less obvious. His voice grew deep and raspy, “Are you sure it’s all done?”
“Huh?” Helian Wei Wei examined his long, jade-like figure and mentally listed: shoulders, done; arms, done; back, done as well, that should be all.
Baili Jia Jue tossed her a glance and said unmindfully, “You didn’t touch the part above the legs and below the abdomen at all.”
Above the legs, below the waist…
Helian Wei Wei’s eyes followed his directions and as they halted at their designated destination, she instantly felt her cheeks flare to a boiling temperature. No matter how cool and riff raff she was, when it came to men like Baili Jia Jue, she was still…
What she could not comprehend though, was how a certain prince managed to describe that part in such a casual and flat tone.
He made it sound like if she did not wash that part for him, it would be her irresponsibility.
Baili Jia Jue relished in the sight of her flushed cheeks and leaned down so his sinfully beautiful face was mere inches away from hers, allowing the faint fragrance from her body to drift into his nostrils. Her soft strands of hair tickled the tip of his nose, and he drew his words out in an awfully low voice, “Why are you not speaking?”