Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

Xiao Fang's strength was just right, neither too light nor too heavy, like kneading a piece of fine mutton fat jade, both precious and covetous.

As he washed her wrists, he slipped his fingers between hers, slowly stroking each finger one by one.

Finally, I held her five fingers together and pressed them against the edge of the bathtub.

Their fingers were clasped together, palm to palm, and the temperature of his palms was hotter than hot water.

Yun Shuyao turned her head to look at him, and their eyes met.

He just tilted his head to the side, his gaze fixed intently on her.

The corner of her eyes, which always held an arrogant curve, had now softened completely, transforming into an undisguised and naked affection.

Their gazes met in mid-air, neither of them spoke, but their breathing became erratic.

Xiao Fang leaned closer, his breath hitting her cheek.

Yun Shuyao's breath landed on his lips, as soft as a sigh.

Xiao Fang lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his eyelashes brushing against her eyelids.

The itch seeped into her heart, turning into a warm, swollen, and tender sensation.

The water rippled gently, spreading out in concentric circles, reflecting the flickering candlelight behind the screen, shattering into countless stars throughout the room.

He turned his head and kissed her shoulder blade.

My lips were burning hot, with a cautious restraint, like an invisible mark being branded.

The man was also looking at her, their gazes locked in the misty steam, unable to be separated.

Yun Shuyao raised her hand and touched his cheek.

My thumb traced his brow bone, slid down to the corner of his eye, and finally stopped at the corner of his lips.

Xiao Fang turned his head, pressed his lips to her palm, and placed a kiss on her palm.

Only then did she reluctantly let go and get up to take the large handkerchief draped over the screen.

After shaking it out, I prepared to wrap her up completely and lift her out of the bathtub.

But when Yun Shuyao stood up from the bathtub, Xiao Fang refused to put a towel on her.

The man looked down at her and suddenly chuckled. The smile spread from his eyes, carrying a hint of satisfaction, a touch of mischief, and an indescribable tenderness.

"What are you looking at?"

She felt a little embarrassed by the gaze and tried to grab the towel.

"Look at my Crown Princess."

Xiao Fang spoke casually, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

Yun Shuyao tried to grab a bath towel several times but failed. Suddenly, she became malicious and picked up a water ladle to splash Xiao Fang.

"Hahaha—you're soaked too."

Yun Shuyao smiled smugly, looking at him with her eyes, which were moistened by the steam.

"Give me a bath towel, you can change the water and take a shower too."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fang took a step forward, looked down at her, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"are you serious?"

Yun Shuyao's ears turned red from his gaze, and she instantly understood what he meant.

"No...it's not what you think..."

Xiao Fang suddenly laughed. The laugh was very light, just a slight curve of the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with lust.

He stood by the bucket and began to take off his clothes one by one.

Xiao Fang's movements were a bit hasty, and he took off his clothes in a rather unrefined manner, casually untying his belt so that his outer robe fell to the ground.

His undergarment was removed, revealing a strong chest, defined muscles on his abdomen, and... an abundance of energy that others could only sigh over.

Candlelight shone through the screen, casting a warm golden glow on his silhouette.

Those scars, some deep and some shallow, are like inscriptions carved on bronze, each one recording his unknown past.

Yun Shuyao looked away and shrank further into the water, leaving only half of her face above the surface.

The bathtub is large enough to comfortably accommodate two people.

The moment he stepped in, the water level suddenly rose, overflowing the rim of the bucket and splashing out onto the bluestone floor with a splash.

The hot water enveloped the two people, and the rising steam grew even thicker, shrouding the entire room in a hazy, misty veil.

He leaned against the tub, while Yun Shuyao leaned against the man's chest with her back to him.

When her back pressed against his burning chest, both of them paused for a moment.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

The arms are not tucked in tightly; they are loose.

But as soon as she leaned back, she could feel his heart pounding like thunder in his chest.

His rhythm was far more honest than his usual nonchalant demeanor.

"My heart is beating so fast."

Yun Shuyao said softly.

Xiao Fang didn't answer. He lowered his head and rested his chin on her wet hair, then closed his eyes.

She felt him take a deep breath, as if he were inhaling the scent of soap in her hair, or as if he were forcing himself to calm down.

He found her hand underwater.

First, he touched her with his little finger, then he covered her with his whole hand.

He slowly traced the lines on her palm with his fingertips, stroke by stroke, as if he were writing some kind of character.

The touch was made exceptionally sensitive by the hot water; each light touch felt like plucking a string, causing a subtle vibration.

Her fingers curled up, so he followed her, separating them one by one, and slipped his hand between them.

Palm to palm, fingers interlocked tightly.

He gripped it so tightly, as if he were clinging to the only piece of driftwood in a raging river.

Yun Shuyao turned her head to the side, her cheek brushing against his chin, bringing them even closer together.

Her lips touched the man's jawline, but remained there, neither kissing nor pulling away.

I simply pressed against him gently, feeling the lines of his jawline gradually relax from being tense.

He turned his head to find her lips.

This kiss was different from the one in the gazebo.

Inside the pavilion, it was a fierce storm, but here it was like brewing tea with lukewarm water.

He kissed her very slowly, so slowly that you could count the angles of each turn of her lips, each kiss feeling like savoring something about to melt.

Yun Shuyao looked up at him in response, turned around in the water, and put her hands on his shoulders.

My fingertips slid down the contours of his shoulder blades, touching the raised scars and the taut muscles of his back.

Her movement caused the water to ripple outwards a little more, making a splash that was particularly clear in the quiet night.

He supported her waist and lifted her up a bit, making her sit more steadily.

At this height, their line of sight was just level, and she saw her own reflection in his eyes, blurred by the mist, like looking at a deep pool through a veil of rain.

He rubbed his nose against hers, once, then again, like some large animal expressing intimacy in the most primal way.

Yun Shuyao's eyelashes brushed against his eyelids, making him squint, but the corners of his mouth turned up.

The water rippled gently, splashing against the sides of the bucket and making soft, rhythmic sounds.

The sound mingled with the lingering rain outside the window, dense and ambiguous, like someone playing a tuneless song in the distance.

Xiao Fang's lips slid from the corner of her lips to her earlobe, where they paused for a moment, his warm breath hitting the back of her ear.

That was the part of her body that was most ticklish, and she shrank her neck. The man chuckled softly.

The laughter, dampened by the moisture, was low and husky, like a drum submerged underwater being gently struck, the echo traveling with the ripples into her chest.

"Don't hide."

His voice was low and husky yet magnetic, as if it possessed a bewitching power.

Yun Shuyao didn't dodge anymore; instead, she pressed her lips to the pulse on the side of his neck.

That small patch of skin was thin and burning hot, and the pulse beneath it was beating fast and rapid.

Xiao Fang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his hand around her waist tightened, his knuckles sinking into the soft flesh of her side.

The force was so great that it almost left a mark, but the hand suddenly loosened in the next second, as if afraid of hurting her.

The water rippled even more violently, reflecting the candlelight and casting flickering shadows on their faces.

The corners of the man's eyes were tinged with a thin red, whether from the steam or some other reason, it was hard to tell.

Those eyes, which usually held a hint of disdain, now revealed emotions so direct and intense that they almost burned her.

Yun Shuyao looked at the dark emotions surging in his eyes, and she also saw her own emotional state reflected in them.

Xiao Fang looked at the woman in his arms, admiring her lost in the moment.

Another ripple spread across the water's surface.

Yun Shuyao closed her eyes, rested her chin on his shoulder, and slowly tightened her fingers to hold his hand back.

The candlelight flickered red, and the steam rose in the air.

Two figures nestled together were projected onto the screen, their long shadows cast by the candlelight, their edges melting into the misty air.

It's impossible to tell which stroke represents her outline and which represents his.

The water's surface rippled with tiny sparkles of light, spreading out in concentric circles, then gathering again, endlessly.