Lady Catherine’s heartfelt words nearly made Roman shrink into the water in shame.
Using the Noble Lady’s… as a pillow…
Just thinking about it filled him with a sense of guilt, and Roman reflexively wanted to pull away, but Lady Catherine pressed down on his shoulder, refusing to let him go.
“Shy children are cute, but you have to try your best to overcome it. Otherwise, how will you ever grow up?”
“I’m not a little kid anymore!”
Roman protested.
As soon as Lady Catherine heard this, her body went soft, and a wave of longing surged within her, almost making her slip into the water this time.
Of course she knew…
Roman was already quite ‘grown up’ now.
Her beautiful lips moved awkwardly, but Lady Catherine forced herself to smile calmly.
“Of course I know my precious has already grown up.”
Roman’s face was already half-buried in the water, his little mouth blowing bubbles beneath the surface.
Hearing Lady Catherine’s words, he didn’t refute her.
“But I still want you to be spoiled with Mama as much as you like.”
Her hands glided over Roman’s hair, finally resting on his fragrant shoulders, and Lady Catherine smiled.
The bubbling sound grew a little louder, and Roman nodded ever so slightly.
Time passed quietly.
In the Estate, Elise, who was on night watch, could never have imagined that, at this very moment in The Bathroom, a beautiful youth in his prime and a mature, alluring woman were bathing together, pressed front to back.
After the foam of The Shampoo had lingered on Roman’s hair for a while, Lady Catherine reached out and pointed to the warm water at the side.
An unbelievable scene unfolded.
Following Catherine’s fingertip, a gentle stream of water separated from the bath, and a clear spring poured softly down onto Roman’s head.
Although the flow was a bit slow, it was gentle and thorough.
Roman closed his eyes contentedly, obediently resting for a moment on Lady Catherine’s resilient hills as she requested.
This counts as acting spoiled too, right…
He thought so, rubbing himself comfortably against her.
“Ah…”
A soft moan sounded above his head.
Even with The Bath Towel wrapped around her body, Roman’s head still ended up rubbing against a rosy spot on her snowy peaks, sending a jolt through her body and making her tremble ever so slightly.
Bad child…
That’s what she thought, yet her legs squeezed tighter underwater, and her free hand unconsciously stroked Roman’s back, soothing the itch in her heart like drinking poison to quench thirst.
Once the slow stream had cleansed Roman’s silver hair, Lady Catherine suddenly stood up.
“Hm?”
Deprived of his ‘pillow,’ Roman let out a confused sound.
He looked back, only to see a scene that made his heart waver and his mind reel.
Though Lady Catherine wore The Bath Towel, compared to her tall, full figure, the towel was hardly up to the task.
At this moment, Lady Catherine stood before Roman, taking The Jar from the side, opening it, and pouring its contents onto her hand.
But Roman wasn’t watching what she was doing—he was looking at the body half-hidden, half-revealed beneath the towel.
Her plump, luscious thighs looked so tender and ripe that it seemed they would burst with juice at a bite; supporting her hips, the crease at the top of her legs was subtly alluring.
The towel barely covered her snowy hips, and from her lofty position now, Roman could vaguely glimpse a tranquil valley…
“Shall I help you apply The Cleansing Liquid?”
Roman was dazed for a moment before he realized that what she held was just body wash.
“Okay.”
When she turned around, he caught sight of those bountiful rabbits nearly bursting free, their fair and rosy appearance half exposed, the rest wriggling restlessly inside.
Closing his eyes, Roman quietly slipped his hands into the water, trying to hide them lest she notice.
After a few seconds, Roman sensed something was off and opened his eyes, just in time to hear Catherine’s teasing voice.
“How am I supposed to apply body wash for you if you’re soaking in the water like that?”
“…”
Roman hesitated for a long moment before finally covering himself with one hand and slowly rising from the water.
Lady Catherine came up behind him, swallowing subconsciously before placing her foam-covered hands on Roman’s now bare, snowy skin.
Her hands slid down, from his fragrant shoulders to his snowy back, then to his slender, straight legs.
Lady Catherine had no choice but to squat down again, motherly and intimate as she lathered Roman with foam.
When she stood again, it was time for Roman’s front…
Not willing to face Lady Catherine head-on, Roman bashfully retreated into the water again, making the Noble Lady’s beautiful eyes widen as she forcefully pulled Roman back out.
“You sat down before I finished! That won’t do!”
After thinking for a moment, Lady Catherine continued, “You’d better keep the same position as before. I can help you apply The Cleansing Liquid from behind.”
Only then did Roman relax, dropping his defensive posture. Lady Catherine remained behind him, her hands sliding from his shoulders to his chest.
Compared to her, Roman seemed petite and delicate. As her hands glided over his sculpted chest, she even had the urge to linger there for a while.
“Ah…”
This time, it was Roman who cried out in surprise, pulling Lady Catherine’s mind back.
“Could… could you please be a bit gentler? I’m a little sensitive.”
Roman’s protest sounded especially sweet in her ears, as if he were feigning restraint, but in truth, he was tempting her.
Lady Catherine replied, “I know,” and only then did Roman relax.
But after that, he could no longer speak—a wave of weakness overtook him, and he collapsed into Lady Catherine’s embrace, covering his face with both hands, unable to look at her at all.
When the two of them left The Bathroom, Roman was practically being carried out by Lady Catherine.
“Why… why didn’t you ask for my permission before…”
“That place was so dirty. Of course I had to help you wash it too.”
Roman continued to cover his cheeks, not wanting to meet Lady Catherine’s gaze or speak with her.
Holding Roman, she carried him back to Luo Xiya’s room, placed him gently on the bed, and finally gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
“Good night, darling.”
“Good night to you too…”
Roman wrapped himself tightly in the bed sheet, his muffled voice coming from within.
Gathering The Bathrobe around herself, Lady Catherine finally left the room with her usual graceful steps.
But now, the body wrapped in The Bathrobe was far more sensitive than before; every brush against the fabric brought a strange new sensation.
Night deepened, but Roman couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.
Partly because he had slept too much during the day, but also, the bath had not made him sleepier—instead, he felt more awake than ever.
Whenever he closed his eyes, scenes from The Bathroom would replay in his mind.
In the end, he silently recited Luo Xiya’s name and all those images in his heart, gradually calming down.
He counted numbers in his mind, and only when he’d lost track did Roman finally drift into a deep sleep.
As for Lady Catherine, once she returned to her room, she actually slept soundly for once, falling into a deep slumber as soon as she touched the bed.