The air conditioning in the room had been running the whole time. The temperature inside was just right, so there was no rush to change clothes immediately. Wrapped only in a bath towel, Mu Nanqiu sat on the chair, relaxing her body against the backrest. She reached out to touch her hair, which was still a bit damp.
She had just washed it, but as for why she didn’t take the opportunity to dry her hair while she had free time now, it certainly wasn’t because there was no hair dryer here. In a hotel room at this price, everything was fully equipped—even some adult toys were provided, just to meet all sorts of guest needs.
As for why Mu Nanqiu just sat there idly, it was because she wanted Su Yao to do it for her. Blowing her own hair was just too boring. Although her mother had often played this role in the past, ever since Mu Nanqiu became independent, she’d always done it herself.
Before long, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
After some fumbling, Su Yao finally figured out how to use the thing. Living in the city, but she felt like she’d just come from the countryside.
Guess this counts as an eye-opener today…
She adjusted the water temperature and, after testing it with her hand and deciding it was about right, she stepped into the curtain of water. The warm stream flowed over her flawless, pale skin, washing away the sticky feeling left by last night’s dried sweat, along with the faint scent of alcohol lingering on her body.
She didn’t like that smell, but she had to admit, the wine from last night had tasted pretty good.
Sweet with a hint of tartness, but just a bit intoxicating.
Letting out a long, heavy breath, Su Yao relaxed her mind, trying not to think about anything at all, emptying herself.
After a while, she finally opened her eyes, stepped out of the falling water, and squeezed some Shower Gel from a bottle placed on the counter, rubbing it over her body. Su Yao looked at the bruises and marks of varying shades that covered her skin.
She guessed they were caused by rough scratching.
But what on earth would make someone use so much force?
Wiping the water droplets from the glass mirror, Su Yao examined the kiss-like marks still lingering on her neck, collarbones, and even her face. As someone who wrote sensual stories, how could she not know what these were?
Even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve seen pigs run, right? Besides, wasn’t she experiencing it herself now?
She touched them, feeling nothing special—just a faint, inexplicable itch. With the water running constantly, the whole bathroom was enveloped in mist, until a low humming sound rang out, clearing the haze.
She looked toward the source of the sound. On the ceiling above, behind the gridded window, it should be the Ventilation Duct.
Once the bathroom was clear again, she pursed her lips.
In fact, Su Yao rather liked the feeling of seeing her own body clearly through the mist—it gave her a sense of security. Vision is relative: as long as I can’t see others, others can’t see me. Now she was thinking this thing should be able to be turned off.
She fiddled with the buttons for a bit. Actually, it was quite simple—if you could read Chinese and weren’t blind, you just needed to take one look.
After all, all you had to do was press the button.
Once the Demisting Function stopped, the mist rose again in the bathroom.
The girl looked at her own pair of soft “bunnies”; they too were marked with claw prints—quite a few, in fact—clearly the hardest-hit area. Even Su Yao herself was always careful there, but Mu Nanqiu, for her first time, had shown no restraint at all.
The first time…
When this thought appeared in her mind, she didn’t feel much turbulence anymore.
Last night, she’d heard Mu Nanqiu say she wouldn’t be going back to sleep, so she’d more or less guessed this would happen. Su Yao understood that it was just a matter of time, so whether it was now or a bit later made no real difference.
Reaching the peak, her breathing quickened.
During all those days spent alone, had Su Yao never been curious about her own body?
Girls have desires, too. They also need release.
So, Su Yao started playing with practiced skill.
Outside, Mu Nanqiu was getting impatient waiting. She glanced at her phone; Su Yao had been inside for over twenty minutes.
She clearly knew someone was waiting outside, so why was she taking so long in the shower?
Mu Nanqiu wanted Su Yao to blow-dry her hair with the hair dryer, but now it seemed almost dry on its own. She wondered if she should dampen it again to keep it moist. But that was just a fleeting thought; she didn’t act on it. Instead, she called toward the bathroom.
“Yaoyao, are you done yet?”
“…Yes, almost done…”
There was a hint of panic in Su Yao’s voice, which Mu Nanqiu caught. She frowned slightly and, curious, walked to the bathroom door. The Milk Glass could block Mu Nanqiu from seeing exactly what Su Yao was doing, but the outline was still vaguely visible.
At this moment, Su Yao was rinsing off, but Mu Nanqiu couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t that simple.
Now wasn’t the time to press her, though, so Mu Nanqiu decided to let it go for now and wait until Su Yao came out.
Being called like that startled Su Yao, afraid that Mu Nanqiu would find out she was doing something naughty and throw her out for being a bad girl. She didn’t dare continue enjoying that rare moment of relaxation, so she turned off the water and started drying herself with a towel.
After drying off, Su Yao started putting on her underwear.
The top was easy—after so long, she was used to it. Then came the bottom. She spread it open with both hands, stepped in with one foot, and just as she was about to put the other foot through, she saw Mu Nanqiu standing at the door.
Her movements froze, stuck in the process of pulling up her panties.
Outside the door, Mu Nanqiu naturally guessed what Su Yao was doing right now. Suddenly freezing up must mean she’d been spotted.
Not wanting to embarrass Su Yao, Mu Nanqiu returned to her chair and sat down again.
She glanced at the paper bag beside her, which still held the Indoor Dress she’d bought. In an air-conditioned room during autumn and winter, this skirt set doubled as both a nightgown and loungewear. After quickly putting on her gear, Su Yao finally came out, bashfully and hesitantly.
There was always something tender and lovely about a girl fresh out of the bath.
She wore a dark gold skirt, loose and modest, covering everything except her hands, feet, and a small patch of collarbone. Su Yao couldn’t tell what material it was, but from the feel, you really got what you paid for.
Wearing the skirt, the girl walked over with her head slightly bowed, as if too shy to show off her graceful figure. She hunched her shoulders a bit, so you couldn’t tell from the clothes, but in this situation, Mu Nanqiu spotted the issue right away.
Mu Nanqiu frowned deeply. No matter how she looked at it, it was an eyesore.
She felt she should help Su Yao straighten out her waist and back properly—otherwise, such a good figure would be wasted.
Mu Nanqiu was the type to act as she said. She was already planning how to help Su Yao fix her posture, while poor Su Yao was still clueless, looking at Mu Nanqiu’s deep and somewhat intimidating gaze with confusion, carefully calling out.
“Nanqiu?”