Zi Menghan suddenly slipped and knocked He Qiu directly into the bath.
The most absurd thing was that when she fell, He Qiu was facing her.
Zi Menghan had no time to react, and her two cute breasts pressed against his face.
The subtle sensation of those breasts and the boy’s dazed expression…
There’s no need to say how embarrassing it was!
Zi Menghan felt that the so-called “social death” was nothing more than this.
So now, she immersed herself entirely in the hot water of the bathtub, motionless, as if she had lost the will to live.
‘I sincerely hope Young Master He won’t bother with me anymore. Just let me drown in this bathtub. It’s too shameful. I feel I’ll never have the face to face He Qiu again in this lifetime…’
But He Qiu didn’t know her thoughts.
Soon, a cool hand grabbed the girl’s arm, the other hand supporting her slender waist and lower abdomen, and then powerfully pulled the fallen girl out of the bath.
“Miss, what are you doing?”
He Qiu helped her sit properly on the steps, took out a clean towel, and wiped the bathwater still dripping from Zi Menghan’s face, while also roughly drying her hair.
The girl was drenched from head to toe.
Her icy skin and jade-like flesh, under the light and reflection of water droplets, made her delicate body translucent, exuding a bit of a princess’s holiness and nobility…
He Qiu had to admit that Miss Meng’er’s body was really beautiful.
Many wicked thoughts had already surged into his mind.
But fortunately, he was a rational person. Compared to those trivial matters, he cared more about what had just happened.
As for He Qiu’s confusion, Zi Menghan opened her mouth and finally said in a very faint voice:
“I… accidentally slipped…”
She lowered her head, not daring to look into He Qiu’s eyes.
In this situation, Zi Menghan couldn’t exactly say that she had actually intended to punch He Qiu unconscious, which caused her to lose balance and slip, ending up in this awkward predicament, could she?
It was too shameful.
How could she say it?
“Slipped?”
“Mm, slipped. Stepped on soap…”
“…”
He Qiu was speechless at Zi Menghan’s explanation, but he didn’t dwell on it for now, because a completely naked young girl was sitting right in front of him, and he could barely control himself.
Clearing his throat, He Qiu tried hard not to let his gaze fall on the girl’s breasts.
With a helpless expression, he held his forehead, dried the ends of her hair and the water running down her body, then spread out a bath towel and simply wrapped it around Zi Menghan, covering her private parts.
He tucked the towel in behind her back, forming a simple bathrobe.
It had to be said that He Qiu was quite skillful in taking care of others.
Very naturally, he dried Zi Menghan’s soaked body and used the towel to cover her entirely naked form.
Zi Menghan sat silently, deeply moved inside.
Actually, it wasn’t a big deal.
She had taken off all her clothes, he had seen everything, so he helped cover her body with a towel.
But every small detail of He Qiu’s actions revealed gentleness and respect for Zi Menghan as a girl.
She felt very comfortable, like when her mother used to comb her hair as a child.
Her father was rough and didn’t understand these delicate tasks for girls.
Only her mother, being a woman, could comb her hair most comfortably.
Being taken care of by her mother was like a pleasure.
And today, that feeling was reproduced by He Qiu.
Although he was a boy, his attentiveness was not inferior to her mother.
Zi Menghan even suspected that He Qiu had often taken care of girls before, which was why he was so skilled and dexterous…
Thinking of that, she became a little jealous instead.
Women are truly contradictory creatures.
He Qiu glanced at Zi Menghan, who was hanging her head in silence, and couldn’t help asking with concern:
“Uh… still going to help me wash?”
“Wash.”
“Hm?”
The girl’s voice was very soft; He Qiu didn’t hear clearly.
Taking a breath, Zi Menghan picked up the soap and clenched it in her hand.
Then, with a flushed face, she raised her volume slightly:
“Wash! You, you turn around. I’ll help you wash now!”
“Oh…”
He Qiu originally thought that after Zi Menghan’s fall, her expression seemed off, and he assumed she would give up.
Unexpectedly, her determination seemed even stronger.
If she wanted to wash, then let her wash~
Being served by a beautiful girl—what was there for He Qiu, a vigorous adolescent boy, not to enjoy?
Watch closely now—it wasn’t forced.
It was Miss Meng’er’s own will.
Next, as long as he suppressed his desire and didn’t push her down, it would be his victory.
Besides, a simple shared bath proved nothing.
And such a challenge, for He Qiu who possessed the Buff of Immunity to Women, please, it was easy as pie, right?
Humming a little tune, He Qiu turned around, anticipating the girl’s service.
On the other side, Zi Menghan held the towel lathered with soap and gently touched He Qiu’s sturdy back.
She immediately shuddered, as if electrocuted, unable to even keep a steady grip on the towel.
‘I touched him…’
Although it was only through the towel, she had indeed touched He Qiu’s body, and both of them were half-naked.
‘When he used the aphrodisiac powder to knock me out earlier, did he also touch my body like this?’
‘Would he be as shy as I am?’
‘Or had he already gotten used to looking, simply venting his lust?’
‘If so, then me being so shy now—wasn’t that letting him off easy?’
Zi Menghan couldn’t help but have such associations.
As she thought, the speed of her hands increased.
With the same attentiveness He Qiu had used to wrap her in the towel, she patiently wiped his back, arms, waist, and abdomen…
‘So this is what it feels like to serve a man?’
Reviewing her current actions, Zi Menghan couldn’t help but gulp, her heartbeat speeding up again, and her palms sweating.
She seemed to have forgotten her original plan…
Actually, that wasn’t entirely true.
Zi Menghan had her explanation.
She thought that since He Qiu had been so gentle in wrapping her towel, she should repay him with courtesy and seriously serve him during his bath.
But Zi Menghan never dreamed that on the first day of living together, she would bathe with He Qiu as a “maid”…
This development was really fast, and somehow strange.
‘If this continued, would she soon develop that kind of relationship with Young Master He? And when that time came, if she really fell for him, and if they became more and more open with each other, would she get pregnant with his…’
‘If it was a boy, what would be a good name?’
Wait—
“What, what am I thinking?!”
Slap!
The more she thought, the redder her face became.
Zi Menghan panic-strickenly slapped He Qiu’s shoulder, making him flinch.
“Miss, why did you hit me?”
He Qiu turned around, his mouth stiff, with a red handprint on his shoulder.
Zi Menghan was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained:
“Slipped, slipped. The soap was too slippery…”
“Slipped?”
“Mm, it really was a slip. It was Meng’er’s fault. Next time Meng’er will be careful.”
Zi Menghan’s smile was also stiff, her right hand trembling as she explained.
After that, Zi Menghan dared not let her mind wander again and focused on wiping He Qiu’s back.
But her gaze still inevitably wandered over He Qiu’s exposed skin.
His body was so well-built, she couldn’t help but look.
In fact, Zi Menghan had already touched most of He Qiu’s back and waist—only the lower half was left…
That part, she still didn’t dare touch.
It was too crossing the line, and this book would get banned.
But aside from that, after this service, Zi Menghan also discovered something very unscientific.
That was, she hadn’t seen any small mountain rising under He Qiu’s bathrobe…
‘Could it be that Young Master He had spent such a long time alone with me completely naked and didn’t even have a single physiological reaction?’
‘Or did the male part also work like the female part—even with a reaction, it wasn’t too obvious?’
That couldn’t be right.
Zi Menghan began to feel conflicted. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be happy or upset.
Happy because Young Master He had called her in to bathe together, and it seemed he really had no improper intentions.
Upset because she had served him so attentively, a half-naked beautiful girl right behind He Qiu, yet he didn’t give any reaction.
Wasn’t that an insult to a pretty girl like Zi Menghan?
Was it that he couldn’t get it up, or that she wasn’t sexy enough?
Thinking, Zi Menghan felt the urge to “give it a try.”
Once the impulse hit her brain, she couldn’t help but experiment.
Her father said that for Demon Cultivators, it was about letting go of desire.
If there was something troubling, don’t bottle it up.
If you wanted to do it, just do it.
How would you know the answer if you didn’t try?
So, Zi Menghan went for it.
She pretended to lean forward casually, her two snow-white peaks gently touching He Qiu’s shoulder through the towel.
Soon, Zi Menghan saw the boy’s whole body shudder, as if shocked, his fingers clenching together.
Immediately, Zi Menghan’s lips curled up slightly.
She had regained her confidence as a girl.
Hmph, Young Master He is still a man after all.
How could he have no reaction to this princess?
With this back and forth, Zi Menghan’s mood improved again.
She seemed to have forgotten something important…
But for now, she was happily wiping He Qiu’s back, so she let it go.
—
Night.
After the girl finished bathing, she walked out of the bathroom, returned to her room, put on her dress, lay down on the bed, covered herself with the blanket, and went to sleep beautifully.
After lying for a while, she felt thirsty from the bath, so she got up, took a cup of cold tea from the bedside table, and drank it all.
Then the girl lay down again, a faint smile on her lips, perfectly at ease.
A moment later, Zi Menghan suddenly woke with a start, her violet eyes slowly widening:
‘Wait—it was him who drugged me and slept with me…’
‘I haven’t settled accounts with him yet. What am I so happily excited about?!’
She slapped the bed, remembering that important matter.
She was about to get out of bed and continue to confront He Qiu, but she suddenly felt her whole body heat up and her consciousness grow blurry.
Shit…
She had been thirsty just now and had drunk two big cups of Young Master He’s “aphrodisiac powder,” completely forgetting about it.
Plop.
The girl’s consciousness fell into darkness, and she slept again.