179: Chapter 179 You're the one who let me in...

Ye Yun turned around.

Fang Hansu was still huddled in the water, only showing her head.

Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, her eyes fixed on the water's surface, not daring to look at him.

That look of hers was like a small animal hiding itself under flower petals, yet secretly peeking out its head to test the waters.

Ye Yun looked at her and fell silent for a breath.

[Why refuse such a good thing?]

He spoke, his voice carrying a hint of hoarseness that even he didn't notice.

“Are you sure?”

Fang Hansu's chin was buried in the water, and she gave a small, gentle nod.

A circle of fine ripples spread across the water's surface.

“Mm.”

Ye Yun didn't say anything else.

He walked toward the wooden tub.

His steps weren't fast, but every step seemed to tread upon the tip of Fang Hansu's heart.

She heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and her heart beat faster and faster, so fast she felt like her chest was about to explode.

Her hands were clenched tightly under the water, nails digging into her palms, which were covered in sweat.

Ye Yun reached the edge of the tub and stopped.

From this angle, he could see the top of Fang Hansu's head.

He saw the chopstick pinning her hair and the small patch of shoulder exposed above the water.

And there was that thin layer of color on her earlobe, so red it looked like it was about to drip blood.

“Get up.”

Ye Yun's voice drifted down from above, low and steady, yet carrying a power that made it impossible to refuse.

Fang Hansu's body trembled slightly.

She knew what would happen next.

From the moment she spoke up to stop him, she knew.

She took a deep breath, as if to steel herself.

Then she moved.

With both hands bracing against the edge of the tub, she slowly stood up.

The water receded from her shoulders, from her collarbones, from her chest.

Flower petals slid off her body one by one, falling back onto the water and creating circles of fine ripples.

Hot water trickled down her skin under the candlelight.

Those water trails were glittering, as if plating her entire being in a layer of flowing light.

She stood up, her entire body exposed before Ye Yun's eyes.

Snow-white shoulders.

Exquisite collarbones.

A full chest that had turned slightly pink from the hot water.

A waist so slender it could be held in one hand.

A flat stomach.

Further down were the waistline and hips submerged below the surface, half-hidden and half-revealed by the flower petals.

Fang Hansu stood there with her hands hanging at her sides, fingers curling slightly, not knowing where to put them.

She wanted to cover herself, but she knew that from the moment she called out to him, there was no turning back.

She kept her head down, her chin almost touching her collarbone, her entire face flushed red from her forehead to her neck.

From her neck to her chest, even that patch of snow-white skin on her bosom was dyed with a very faint layer of pink.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, like the startled wings of a butterfly.

Not daring to look up or meet Ye Yun's eyes, she could only stare fixedly at the water, at those floating petals.

Ye Yun's gaze fell upon her body.

Starting from that slender neck, down, down, and further down.

His breathing became very slow and deep.

[I'm going to have a nosebleed.]

Only this one thought flashed through his mind.

He hadn't expected Fang Hansu's figure to look even better than it did when she was clothed.

Much better.

He reached out, picked up the bath towel draped over the edge of the tub, soaked it in the hot water, and wrung it dry.

“Turn around.”

His voice was incredibly raspy, like sandpaper rubbing against a wooden board.

Fang Hansu obediently turned around, her back facing him.

That stretch of snow-white back appeared before his eyes once more.

This time, without the obstruction of the water, everything from her shoulder blades to the small of her back, from her spine to the curves of her waist, was visible at a glance.

Her waist was very thin, so thin that Ye Yun felt he could pinch it with one hand.

There were two shallow dimples at the small of her back which, under the candlelight, looked like two small pits filled with light.

Further down were the rounded curves faintly visible beneath the water.

Ye Yun pressed the bath towel against her back.

Fang Hansu's body gave a sudden jolt.

As if she had been scalded, her entire body tensed up.

Ye Yun's hand paused for a moment, then continued.

He scrubbed very seriously, starting from the shoulder blades and following the spine down bit by bit.

The rough texture of the towel brushed across her delicate skin, making her tremble slightly with every stroke.

Her hands gripped the edge of the tub until her knuckles turned white; she kept her head down and bit her lip, refusing to let herself make a sound.

But every inch the towel moved downward, the base of her ears grew a shade redder.

Ye Yun wasn't having an easy time either.

He had long since developed a reaction.

His 'brother' had long been eager to try.

He could only stand slightly to the side to prevent it from hitting the edge of the tub.

Ye Yun's gaze remained on Fang Hansu's back, his hands never stopping, but only one thought kept revolving in his mind.

[This waist, this back, this skin. How great it would be if I could * it...]

His hand slid from her spine to the side of her waist.

There was a small patch of soft flesh at the side of Fang Hansu's waist, warm and slippery from being soaked in hot water.

When the towel wiped over it, that soft flesh dipped slightly and then bounced back.

Ye Yun's hand lingered there for an extra moment.

Then he continued downward.

He scrubbed down to her buttocks.

The moment the towel landed there, Fang Hansu's entire body shuddered violently, as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her legs went weak, and she began to fall backward.

Ye Yun reached out and caught her by the waist.

Fang Hansu's back crashed into his embrace.

Her back was pressed against his chest, separated by his robes.

She could feel the heat of his chest and the vibration of his heartbeat.

Then, she felt it.

The 'big mushroom.'

It was against her lower back, separated by his robes.

That mushroom could not be ignored.

Fang Hansu's entire body froze.

Her mind went 'buzz,' as if something had exploded, leaving her thoughts a complete blank.

Her face was so red it felt like it was burning, and she even forgot how to breathe.

“Young... Young Master...”

Her voice was as thin as a strand of spider silk about to break, trembling and carrying a hint of a sob.

Ye Yun's arm was wrapped around her waist, his palm pressed against her lower abdomen.

He could feel her belly rising and falling slightly due to her rapid breathing.

He lowered his head, his lips pressing against the edge of her ear.

“You were the one who let me in.”

His voice was low and raspy, carrying an undercurrent of heavily suppressed emotion.

Fang Hansu's body trembled gently in his arms, like a leaf blown down by the wind.

She didn't pull away.

Nor did she speak.

She simply turned her face away and buried it in the crook of his neck, her burning cheek pressing against his skin.

Ye Yun tightened his arm and turned her whole body around to face him.

Fang Hansu's hands instinctively braced against his chest, her fingers clutching his lapels tightly, yet she didn't push him away.

Ye Yun lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Fang Hansu's lips were very soft and hot, carrying a faint fragrance of flower petals that had been soaked in water for a long time.

She didn't know how to kiss.

She only passively endured it, her lips slightly parted, allowing him to take what he wanted.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, brushing against his face and making it itch.

Ye Yun kissed very slowly and patiently, as if he were teaching her.