Jiang Xinli reached out and gently wrapped her arms around his neck. "Of course you can..."
"You do have some conscience, after all." Sheng Tianze held her tightly and strode into her room.
The door closed, and a faint, crisp, pleasant scent of cedar filled the room.
"I'll go run the water." Sheng Tianze supported her body with one arm and entered the bathroom.
While waiting for the tub to fill, his fiery kisses fell upon her once more.
"My Female Master seems... very tired?" His lips curled. He leaned in and whispered by her ear, "How about... I wash you, Female Master."
His voice was deep and enchanting, carrying a hint of pressure that brooked no refusal.
In a daze, the girl blushed and nodded.
After they washed up, he took a warm towel from the dryer, wrapped it around her body, sat her on his lap, and slowly began to blow-dry her hair.
His cool, pale, slender fingers gently combed through her long, black hair, which was like silk satin. He asked in a soft voice:
