Bai Huizi’s bathrobe hem hung off the edge of the sofa, revealing calves sculpted like moonlit mountain ridges, with faint water stains around her ankles shimmering with a pearl-like luster.
The air conditioner breeze lifted the damp ends of her hair, carrying the scent of tuberose as it swept over her shoulders.
A few strands clung to her slender neck like ink strokes winding through a traditional painting.
The champagne glass on the coffee table was fogged with condensation, water streaks sliding down its surface in sync with the droplets tracing Bai Huizi’s collarbone.
As she reached up to brush away the stray hairs from her forehead, the folds of her bathrobe collar suddenly collapsed, faintly revealing the pinkish contours of skin softened by hot water— like twilight hidden behind clouds.
The leather sofa beneath her emitted a subtle creak, its indentation still holding lingering moisture, which steamed up in the warm light like a delicate, ambiguous mist.
Su Li’s gaze quickly shifted from Bai Huizi to the cats she cared for. At that moment, several kittens brushed against her legs, welcoming her home.
Even Big Thunder, Bai Huizi’s cat, now stepped forward with elegant grace and nuzzled against Su Li’s feet, displaying an unusual closeness.
“It seems Big Thunder is really fond of you,” Bai Huizi observed.
Seeing how her cat got along so well with Su Li didn’t make Bai Huizi jealous. Instead, it stirred a light warmth inside her chest, like watching two little creatures she cared for getting along well.
Her two pets had a close relationship, and that felt like a good thing.
Su Li glanced at the cat food not far off. Since Bai Huizi had already fed the cats, she didn’t add more, merely patting each cat gently on the head.
“Little Su Li, I’m not even sure if you really like cats,” Bai Huizi said, looking at Su Li.
If it were someone else who loved cats, their face would surely beam with happiness when petting them, but Su Li’s expression remained as composed as ever, unchanged.
Yet her actions betrayed a fondness for the cats.
Su Li had been secretly feeding stray cats many times before; once, when taking Big Thunder to the pet hospital, Bai Huizi had even seen her bring a stray cat for sterilization.
Now, Su Li had successfully given those stray cats a home.
“I do,” Su Li replied without hesitation, her tone as usual, her expression unchanged.
Though calm and emotionless in this moment, a residue of fondness for what she had loved in her past life remained, even if this life no longer carried the same feelings.
She couldn’t quite put this emotion into words.
“What kind of service do you need today, Sister Bai?” Su Li asked after playing with the cats for a while in front of Bai Huizi.
“I feel grimy all over and need you to help clean me up —ideally a full-body wash,” Bai Huizi replied.
At the mention of service, Bai Huizi’s brow immediately furrowed— not because of Su Li, but because she recalled how black water had soaked her shoes and feet earlier.
She had already thrown away the stockings and even those expensive shoes out of disgust.
Bai Huizi had never encountered anything so unpleasant in her life; she hadn’t expected to endure such a thing just by visiting a tenant’s home.
Her gaze fell on Su Li, unable to understand how she could tolerate it all.
“Sister Bai, you’ve worked hard,” Su Li said, noticing Bai Huizi’s unusual expression as she looked her over.
The hem of Bai Huizi’s bathrobe was creased against the leather sofa, the silk shimmering like liquid mercury in the warm light.
She sat with bent knees on the sofa, her calf contours emerging from the shadows like a full moon rising behind dark rocks.
The ankle suspended in midair bore a faint red mark, like the sweet imprint of a peach pressed against a bamboo basket’s lattice.
The shadow between Bai Huizi’s inner thighs spread and contracted like two overlapping peony petals, while her foot hooked around an old slipper, the shadow cast by her arch gently flowing over honey-colored skin.
Recalling the message Bai Huizi had sent earlier, Su Li could guess what had happened.
Perhaps Chi Qingya had made a mess of the house, prompting Bai Huizi to pay her a visit, and something unpleasant occurred between them.
After all, Chi Qingya hadn’t come to class today.
Su Li’s emotions remained steady; it was predictable that something like this would happen with Chi Qingya.
Besides, Chi Qingya no longer had any connection to her.
Even standing on the goodwill of past help from Chi Qingya, Su Li could only hope she would grow independent soon.
But whatever Chi Qingya chose to do was no longer Su Li’s concern.
She had already given her advice before. Whether Chi Qingya remembered it later was not her matter.
“Oh, it’s rare to hear such words from Little Su Li’s mouth,” Bai Huizi teased, curling her plump toes as she studied Su Li, trying to discern whether this was a genuine complaint or just comforting words said out of courtesy as a client.
But she soon gave up; she couldn’t figure it out.
“What kind of service do you need, Sister Bai?” Su Li asked again.
Bai Huizi didn’t pat the sofa beside her, but her own thigh instead.
Understanding, Su Li settled onto Bai Huizi’s lap.
An inexplicable comfort radiated from Bai Huizi’s body.
As her knees sank into that softness, it felt like pressing into freshly steamed rice cakes, the subcutaneous flesh rippling with a slow, soothing tremor.
The body heat beneath the bathrobe climbed through the silk like melted butter sliding over skin, gradually thickening into warm honey that wrapped around her joints.
Bai Huizi’s thigh muscles tensed slightly under the weight, and Su Li could feel the undulating texture beneath the fabric, like stroking sleeping waves through satin.
The subtle tremor in Su Li’s calves caused the folds of cloth to rub, producing a faint rustling— like silkworms nibbling mulberry leaves mingled with heartbeats, resonating deep in her pelvis like a swinging pendulum.
When Bai Huizi adjusted her posture, her palm pressed against Su Li’s lower back, the warmth penetrating through the shirt, like two warm jade pieces sinking into a hidden river beneath her skirt.
The next moment, Su Li felt a moist touch on her lips.
Her gaze met Bai Huizi’s, who had already closed her eyes and was holding her tightly, as if trying to pull her completely into her body.
Through the strength of Bai Huizi’s embrace, Su Li sensed the immense repression weighing on her, an urgent need to release the heavy pressure inside.
And she was like Bai Huizi’s personal vacuum, capable of absorbing all the dirt and suffocating emotions within her, leaving her utterly cleansed.
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