His wheat-colored skin reddened to a dark crimson, like a bruise…
"Xixi… stop looking."
Xu Qian raised an eyebrow and obediently closed her eyes.
She smiled and asked, "Do you have clothes to wear?"
Xiang Jintian's back stiffened. He didn't.
Xu Qian suppressed a smile and with a flicker of thought, a black tracksuit appeared next to the bucket, complete with underwear.
She propped herself on the dining table and whispered, "The clothes are right there. Put them on."
Xiang Jintian froze, glancing at her. The young woman was still properly propped on the table, not looking at him. His brows relaxed as he picked up the clothes and quickly put them on in the inner room.
Hearing footsteps, Xu Qian slowly opened her eyes. The man was wearing a loose black tracksuit, making his shoulders appear even broader. Xu Qian was once again captivated by his beauty, staring at his face motionlessly. He looked like a man in his early twenties, his age completely indiscernible. His aura was as sharp as a blade, yet his dark eyes were incredibly gentle, creating a stark contrast. Xu Qian truly couldn't comprehend how someone could be so beautiful in her previous life. Every inch of him was perfect.
A large hand waved in front of her eyes, and Xu Qian snapped back to reality. Xiang Jintian's lips curved upward slightly. He knew he was better looking than most, but he hadn't realized his charm was so potent. Having spent so long in the military, neither men nor women dared to meet his gaze. Xiang Jintian smiled and reminded her, "It's your turn to wash."
Xu Qian's expression remained unchanged as she quickly went to the washroom and thoroughly washed herself from head to toe. She hadn't even slept well these past few days, let alone showered, and had only managed to eat compressed biscuits. No matter how handsome he was, she just wanted a good night's sleep.
The sound of the hairdryer in the bathroom stopped. Soon, the young woman emerged from the washroom wearing a red nightgown. Her hair was slightly damp, her cheeks flushed, and her red lips pressed together. She smelled fragrant, like a warm, sweet steamed bun. Xiang Jintian's breath hitched, his gaze deepening. His self-control seemed to vanish instantly as he stepped forward, embraced her waist, and nibbled her red lips.
Xu Qian raised an eyebrow. So proactive today? Rare. She reached out, wrapped her arms around his waist, and faced him, their bodies pressing together. They were very close, their breaths mingling. The atmosphere was charged with intimacy. Xu Qian tilted her head, her eyes fixed on his lips. Full, rosy, perfectly curved. Her heart began to pound uncontrollably. Male beauty was intoxicating. The young woman slightly tiptoed and kissed his red lips. The man's grip on her waist tightened, his breathing growing more rapid. His kisses were lingering and varied, making Xu Qian's body go soft. If he hadn't held her so tightly, she would have nearly clung to him. Xiang Jintian pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. Even through their clothes, she could feel his body heat and the violent rise and fall of his chest. Xu Qian was becoming aroused by the kiss, her eyes turning slightly red. She believed in mutual consent for such matters. If she wanted it, and he did too, what was the harm? Xu Qian released her hands, one tracing the firm muscles of his back, the other…
Xiang Jintian let out a low groan and caught her hand. "Xixi."
"I want to try, can I?"
"...Yes."
Late at night.
Soft moans and suppressed gasps occasionally emanated from the RV. Before long, the carriage fell silent. Xu Qian's fair face was flushed as she rested her eyes slightly in his arms. Her entire body was drenched in sweat.