Nan Zhi looked at the man who had her pressed under and she patted his shoulder. "This is a bathtub. Take your bath properly."
Not seeming to have heard her, he bent down and kissed her ear, his hot breath entering her ear and making it tingle. She heard him saying huskily, "Does it matter, hm?"
She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away. "After your bath, then we can go to the bed…"
The man pulled her hands away, saying nothing and continued to kiss her, his heavy and urgent breathing near her ear.
Within seconds, her skirt was pulled off by the man, whose warm and calloused fingers reached for her waist and moved up along her smooth and delicate skin.
Goosebumps appeared on Nan Zhi's skin and her wet hair fell over her cheeks, and there was a layer of wet mist in her eyes.
Looking at her beautiful bright red face, he gave a low laugh and brushed her hair away, lowering his head to kiss her small face again.
And again.