A pair of gentle hands rested on her shoulders, softly massaging her.
Wushuang thought to herself, this is such a nice dream, there's someone giving me a massage.
Those hands slowly moved down from her shoulders, passing over her collarbones, seeming to go even lower.
Wushuang frowned slightly and shifted her body, trying to avoid those hands.
However, she only moved a little, and the hands continued downward without any pause.
She abruptly opened her eyes, meeting a pair of eyes as dark as ink.
Her gaze traveled downward, seeing the man's smooth, solid chest.
Further down... two bodies in the clear hot water.
Seeing what she shouldn't have, Wushuang's face turned crimson. She hurriedly closed her eyes, muttering incessantly, "I'm drunk, this is a dream, I'm drunk, this is a dream..."
A light laugh sounded in her ear, laced with a hint of delight.
Wushuang was very afraid he would say something, but he said nothing, continuing to wash her with extreme slowness.
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