Yang Cheng was thoroughly enjoying himself, half-closing his eyes to watch Yun Chan as she knelt in front of him with flushed cheeks, her soft chest trembling with each movement.
He had heard that ancient emperors were bathed by beautiful women, and now he felt like an emperor himself.
Yun Chan's movements were gentle, her fingers occasionally brushing against his skin, making him involuntarily let out a low groan.
The large beast below him was fully awake, rising from his hands, and Yun Chan couldn't ignore it at all; she helped him wipe down his body and legs, avoiding the key area.
"You're done, hurry up and leave."
Yun Chan tossed the washcloth into the water, urging him.
"You washed too half-heartedly; you haven't washed this part yet."
Yang Cheng grabbed her small hand and guided it below.
She was startled by the scorching heat and instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it tightly, making her stroke the dragon.
"Stop it, we agreed only to bathe."
