The sound of splashing water caught Zhou Hengyang's attention, and his eyes narrowed. He traced the outline of a woman's slender, arched back in the warm candlelight. Zhou Hengyang felt he could easily wrap an arm around that soft, supple waist. Half of the woman was visible, while the other hid in the rippling shallows of the makeshift bath, her skin the flawless beauty of polished jade.
The woman's long black hair was tied in a high bun to keep it dry, exposing her delicate, unblemished neck.
Zhou Hengyang stiffened, and his mind went blank.
Su Wen heard a voice as she soaked in the bath. Softly, she called, "Help me scrub my back..." It was probably her cute little sister, or so she thought. Recently, Little Sister Su had been especially attentive towards her and often helped her wash her hair and scrub her back.
