It's still the bathroom, in the same place.
Yu Yue is kneeling at the door, her ample hips pressed on her ankles, holding a wet towel in her hands, wiping it across the sturdy chest, watching the clear water being squeezed out of the towel and slowly flowing down along the muscle lines.
The woman awkwardly raised her head, her gaze lingering on Su Huan's brow bone, afraid to look down.
Biting her lip with her pearly teeth, she shivered and said, "Just...singing is enough, right?"
Su Huan gave a light snort, reached out to lift Yu Yue's rounded chin, "The child is already so big, and you're still pretending to be naive with me here?"
Water droplets slid down his arm, gathering at the elbow and dripping onto Yu Yue's chest.
Soaking the white T-shirt.
Aunt Yu is not the kind of stunning beauty that can draw attention anywhere.
She's a bit like braised pork, fitting whether in a high-end restaurant or on a family dining table.
Tender, sweet, pleasing to all tastes.
