Chapter 888 - 694: The Missing Heart Scale (4+5)
Time seemed to freeze!
The weight of Shen Tang’s entire body, along with the wet, warm and delicate touch after bathing, pressed fully onto Xue Yansi through that thin silk robe.
The wet hair brushed across his neck and chin, with icy Water Pearls dripping, starkly contrasting the warm fragrance emanating from her.
The curves of her body pressed tightly against his leg, and even due to the momentum of the fall, rubbed gently for a moment.
Xue Yansi’s breath abruptly stopped, his violet eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Immediately, a explosive, unfamiliar and surging heat current erupted from the place where they were pressed together, unstoppable as it swept through his entire body, rushing to his head!
"Uh..." A low muffled groan uncontrollably escaped his throat.
The female seemingly froze in fear, maintaining the fallen posture on top of him, not daring to move.
She could feel the frantic heartbeat in the chest behind her, and the increasingly hot temperature seeping through two thin layers of clothing.
"Sorry, sorry!" Shen Tang snapped back to reality, frantically trying to prop herself up and escape.
Her right hand accidentally pressed on his thigh, causing Xue Yansi’s breath to halt again.
Shen Tang clearly sensed something too, her body slightly stiffened, panic flickered in her eyes, cheeks flushed red instantly, even the tips of her ears tinted red.
She seemed to want to rise immediately, but her arms and legs were unresponsive, or perhaps too embarrassed and flustered to muster strength, merely struggling and wriggling lightly and futilely on him.
Even this subtle friction made Xue Yansi gasp sharply!
He tightened his brows, clenched his teeth, a storm brewing deep within his violet eyes, the strings of reason pulled taut to the extremity, on the verge of snapping.
"Don’t move..." a voice hoarse to the extreme squeezed out between his teeth, carrying an irresistible hidden desires, and a touch of near-controlled ferocity.
His hands, unknown when, already tightly gripped her waist, with a frightening strength, unsure if to fixate her in place, or to press her closer against him.
The female seemed frightened by the danger in his voice and the obvious bodily reaction, ceased struggling, only raising those wet, frantic eyes to look at him, a bit of confusion lingering in her gaze.
The two were locked in this intensely ambiguous, on-the-brink posture.
Even time seemed stagnant.
The air suffused with moisture and warmth, mixed with some incessantly heating atmosphere, nearly suffocating.
Xue Yansi’s body faintly taut, muscle lines subtly visible beneath the silk robe.
Originally pale face, that layer of abnormal blush seemed deeper, spreading all the way to his earlobes.
Deep in the violet pupils, beneath the frozen lake surface, undercurrents began to surge, stirring a spark of unfamiliarity and vigilance even he found strange and wary.
Seconds later, Shen Tang seemed finally to regain strength and rationality, frantically propping on his chest, attempting to climb off him.
However, amid her panicked rise, inevitably another round of friction and compression occurred.
"You...!" Xue Yansi tightly closed his eyes, a blue vein appearing faintly at his temple, teeth gritted, unable to speak a complete sentence.
He exerted all self-control not to perform a more uncontrollable act right there.
Finally, Shen Tang successfully stood up, staggered back two steps, distancing herself from the bed.
Her cheeks flushed, gaze panickedly avoiding him.
The silk robe’s ties loosened further in the chaos earlier, collar askew, revealing one round shoulder and a darker shadow.
She hastily gathered her clothes, voice carrying slight trembling, "Sorry, I-I didn’t mean it! The floor’s a bit slippery..."
"...The water’s here, you-you should rest well! I’m leaving now!"
Nearly incoherent, she tossed out this sentence, then like a frightened rabbit, fled the room in quick steps without even closing the door.
The bedroom plunged back into dimness and silence.
Only the rich, lingering scent of moisture, warmth, and some trace of the passionate air remained, unsparing.
Xue Yansi retained the original posture, motionless.
After a long time, he finally took an extremely slow, deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
With a wave of his hand, a Black Fog closed the door.
Yet even so, it couldn’t isolate anything.
The soft touch seemed to still burn.
The chest collided by her, the skin brushed by her hair tips, retained clear, electrifying memories.
Even harder to ignore was his body’s most instinctive response.