18 Why Didn't You Continue?

"You want me to help you dry your body?" Gu Qingqing looked up at his serene demeanor as if it were a matter of fact. 

"Why? Didn't you want to thank me for saving your brother? You can't even do this little thing?"

Leng Sicheng spread his arms wide as if he was an emperor from the ancient times waiting to be undressed by palace maids. His beautiful amber eyes glared at her, as if prompting her to start already. 

Gu Qingqing breathed in deeply and got up submissively.

He was very tall. Gu Qingqing, who was 165 centimeters, was only at his ear-level. On top of that, because he suffered from albinism, his skin was shockingly pale. When he was younger, people used to mistake him for a person of mixed race.

After many years of treatment, his condition had improved and his hair had turned brown. But his amber eyes, deep features, and high and mighty temperament made him look like a northern European noble. With a face like that, even if he had no money, plenty of women would still throw themselves at him.

She dried his hair, face and then slowly moved downwards. His body, like his face, was perfect. Every inch of it was breath-taking. Long, lean neck, sultry collarbones, smooth and firm chest, eight-pack abs, and long, sinewy arms. As she was reaching the lower region, Gu Qingqing's hand suddenly froze. 

His manhood…

Above her, Leng Sicheng suddenly spoke, "Why aren't you continuing?"

He sounded displeased and a little doubtful, as if he was very unhappy that she had stopped. Though he did not sound flirty or playful, she still could not make herself do it.

 "I…"

"You haven't wiped the lower half of my body. Do you want me to catch a cold?" His voice seemed to have deepened as if he was accusing her.

Gu Qingqing pouted a little when she saw that Leng Sicheng's eyes were closed, not looking at her at all, as if he did not mind her proximity.

She took a deep breath, picked up the towel, and went straight to his leg, skipping his middle part. She wiped all the way down to his ankle. Leng Sicheng even cooperated and pulled out his feet from his sleeper. It was obvious that he wanted her to clean his feet too.

When she was done, she kept her eyes on the floor and picked up his pajamas and underwear from the stool next to her. "You can put them on now."

"This part is still wet. Do you want me to go to bed wet?" Leng Sicheng pointed at the only part of the body that she did not dry with the towel. His voice was cold and reprimanding. "If you don't dry it properly, what happens if it catches a cold and can't function anymore?"

What did that part not functioning have anything to do with her?

She did not care how angry he would get this time. Gu Qingqing would rather die than touch him there. "This part, you…"

"I what? Huh?"

She leaned back but that only made Leng Sicheng lean in towards her, so that she was under his tall frame. She turned her face away, but she could feel his warm breath trickling down her neck.

The closer he got, the more she retreated. She was sitting at first. But as he got closer, she fell back onto the bed, and as she did, her feet got caught at his calf so that he stumbled and fell forward. He reached out instinctively to brace himself and found himself right on top of her.

Her body was not too bad and she should have recovered from the cold… he could…

Gu Qingqing was wearing a bathrobe and, other than underwear, nothing else. When she fell, the straps that held her robe together loosened, the collar fell opened and her cute little belly button was exposed.

Her slightly damp, long wavy hair hung loosely around her. Some cheeky strands of hair found their way into her bathrobe, covering her womanly curves. She looked surprised. There was a hint of pink under her fair complexion and her soft lips were slightly parted, revealing a row of pearl-like teeth. Her eyes, especially, were crystal clear. Right now, they were big and round, with a hint of shyness, and a hint of panic. A little misty, even.

From his angle looking down at her, this semi-nude look was intoxicating… it made him want to… continue!

Closer, and closer.

He took her soft lips in his, tasting it. Their bodies touching.

He was burning inside like a fire. Leng Sicheng was a master at flirting. Even though he was cold, temperamental, and often involved in scandals, her heart could not help but beat faster when he drew near.

The temperature of their bodies was rising. The air was getting thicker and just then…