Chapter 90: The Bathroom

Three days after returning to the country, the wounds on her wrists and ankles had mostly healed, with only a bit left to scab over.

Lu Jia had already felt that it was nothing, but she had a fiancée at home who treated her like a porcelain doll, almost supervising her to stay in bed around the clock for recovery.

Not long after dinner, Lu Jia knocked on the door of the study.

These past few days, Sheng Shubai had been so busy she barely had time to rest—not just handling matters from Country A, but also guiding the graduation theses of two of her third-year graduate students, one by one.

Having spent too much time facing the computer, the woman had specially dug out a pair of blue-light-blocking half-rim glasses.

Seeing Sheng Shubai end the video conference, Lu Jia immediately hugged her tablet and slipped into the study. She didn’t disturb her, just quietly drew her own drawings, looking up at her fiancée every little while.

She was really stunning.

Sheng Shubai’s features were inherently superior, with lush and glamorous facial contours carrying a noble yet flamboyant allure. But when she focused, she was a completely different person from her usual laid-back self—every gesture exuding competence and poise.

It was the first time Lu Jia had seen Sheng Shubai wearing glasses, and because of the recent online meeting, she was dressed in a slightly formal shirt.

Lu Jia was nearly mesmerized, almost dropping her stylus.

What was that phrase again?

Her senior sister had secretly told her in private when evaluating Advisor Rong.

Right, it was called “high-intellect vibe.”

If she swapped in that long skirt and high heels from before… Just imagining that look made Lu Jia’s legs go weak.

She didn’t want to keep staring at Sheng Shubai shamelessly. Afraid of disturbing her work, she lowered her head to her tablet while mentally combining the two images of Sheng Shubai in her mind.

Not just in her imagination, but on the canvas too.

Lu Jia knew that if she asked, Sheng Shubai would definitely indulge her.

But the woman had been too busy these past couple of days. Based on past experience, each time they did it, it lasted a long while.

Especially after her incident—they hadn’t done much these days, with the most intimate act being kisses. What if she got her all fired up? It wouldn’t end in just two or three hours, and that would only burden Sheng Shubai.

Being considerate, Lu Jia tucked away her restless thoughts.

But she resolved that before bed tonight, she’d make Sheng Shubai keep the glasses on a bit longer and kiss her more.

Sheng Shubai knew Lu Jia was the type who got itchy hands without a brush or stylus for a day, so she didn’t restrict her. Her wrists were already wrapped in layers of soft dressings that wouldn’t press on the wounds, so she let Lu Jia hold the tablet with peace of mind.

Pure music played from the speaker nearby—she liked listening to this kind of thing while working at home, and the entire playlist had been shared by Lu Jia.

While reviewing the students’ theses, she occasionally laughed in exasperation and sighed. She rubbed her brow, glanced at Lu Jia on the small sofa not far away to calm her mood, and softened the wording of her revision comments.

She couldn’t expect all students to be as reliable as Lu Jia.

What kind of good fortune did Rong Yi have?

During this time, she hadn’t missed the girl’s gazes. Sheng Shubai kept her eyes on the computer screen, but the corners of her lips curved up unconsciously.

She liked Lu Jia looking at her like this.

After finishing the first thesis, she checked the time—it was nearing nine o’clock—and didn’t rush to send it back for the student to revise overnight.

Sheng Shubai rose from the computer, coffee cup with a little left in hand, and sauntered over to Lu Jia.

She didn’t even look up.

Sheng Shubai raised an eyebrow.

She knew that once Lu Jia got immersed in drawing, she forgot her surroundings. But being ignored herself inevitably stirred a bit of playful resentment.

She was about to lean in and pinch the girl’s cheek when her peripheral vision caught the drawing on the tablet.

Who else but her?

Satisfied, Sheng Shubai comfortably sidled up next to Lu Jia and examined what the girl had drawn.

She’d only been in there half an hour, and the sketch was already done; now she was working on the line art layer.

The version of herself on the screen was also sitting at the computer, wearing tonight’s half-rim glasses, but not the shirt she had on now.

Instead… a red skirt, and the high heels the girl had been daydreaming about.

Sheng Shubai chuckled lightly, hooking a stray lock of Lu Jia’s hair that had fallen down. “Want to see me in it?”

Her warm breath lightly brushed her ear. Lu Jia’s wrist trembled, and she unprofessionally skewed the line of the chair back.

She softly replied, “I do, but let’s wait until you’re done being busy.”

The top of the stylus was gripped by another hand.

Sheng Shubai applied a slight force, pulling the pen from Lu Jia’s grasp, her tone unhurried. “Aren’t I done now?”

Lu Jia earnestly explained, “I meant wait until this busy period is—mmph…”

Her fingertip habitually covered the wrist, paused slightly, then slid up a bit further, grasping the girl’s slender white arm and half-pinning her to the sofa. A wet, soft kiss fell, drowning out the second half of her sentence in their shared breaths.

The kiss in the car backseat after being rescued in Country A had been fervent and trembling.

The goodnight kisses before bed these past days had been gentle and restrained.

But this kiss was pure desire intertwined, dragging them both into the boundless night.

Her fingertips lightly tugged at the hem, and the top easily bunched up to the side.

Revealing two soft, pale swells, quivering, lusciously ripe, instantly dazzling Sheng Shubai’s eyes.

“To the bathroom?”

Scooping Lu Jia up, Sheng Shubai let her undo the buttons of her shirt, chuckling. “I thought you weren’t in a rush.”

With the woman’s buttons undone to her chest, the carried position made it inconvenient to go further. Lu Jia hooked her finger, and half the shirt slipped off her shoulder, exposing most of the curves wrapped in her undergarment.

These past nights sleeping, she couldn’t help nestling into Sheng Shubai’s arms.

Seeing it now under the bright light felt almost novel. She wanted…

“Craving it?”

The woman’s tone pretended innocence, but she knew full well.

Finally set down, Lu Jia stood in the bathroom, her gaze on the woman before her.

They were both fully bare to each other.

They’d had the experience before of her finger being cut by the carving knife, with Sheng Shubai helping her bathe. Now with their relationship, Lu Jia naturally didn’t feel shy.

But why couldn’t she take the initiative?

Her ankles were wrapped in waterproof patches, her wrists bandaged too, yet the woman stopped her movements.

“You’re injured—it’s inconvenient. Let me help you.”

It was all because they were in the steamy mist now, the woman’s brows and eyes softened with lingering tenderness. One look, and Lu Jia nodded as if bewitched.

Having agreed, it wasn’t good to back out.

Warm water cascaded down, mingling with the delicate touch of fingertips roaming everywhere.

From her neck downward, to her chest, then to the soft lines of her abs.

Fortunately, it had only been a few days; the lines were still defined.

Seeing Sheng Shubai linger here awhile—not just her fingers, but her gaze too.

Occasionally lowering her head to take the girl’s soft peaks into her mouth amid the water.

Kisses alternated between the two, equal in attention.

The marks weren’t as even, scattering from her collarbone like stars.

Especially around the most tender spots, with extras—even faint grip marks from when she sucked too hard.

Their tongues entwined.

Lu Jia arched impatiently, subtly retaliating by lifting her hand to grasp the soft spot at the woman’s heart.

Her palm tightened slightly, silky as mutton-fat jade, deftly teasing the familiar peak.

In just three or five seconds, as expected, she heard Sheng Shubai’s breathing change noticeably.

The motion sliding down her abdomen paused. Her water-slicked arm reached past Lu Jia to turn off the shower, also circling the girl’s waist.

Skin pressed to skin, every inch slick with water, and some places… especially sticky.

A gentle stroke, and her fingertips were thoroughly coated.

Sheng Shubai deliberately held them up before Lu Jia’s eyes; the soft light from above illuminated the glistening, connected strands on her fingertips crystal clear.

“You’re this wet already, and still trying to tease?”

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly—that familiar sign of Sheng Shubai truly aroused.

She curved her eyes in a smile.

Obedient, yielding, beautifully compliant.

As if deliberately provoking, utterly unafraid of being tossed about.

“Not continuing, Shubai-jie?”

That was pure fuel to the fire.

Her vision blurred, and Sheng Shubai pinned her against the wall. Compared to the floor-to-ceiling windows they’d tried before, at least in the bathroom, Lu Jia didn’t have to feel shy from the night view outside.

She could fully immerse herself in the layered waves Sheng Shubai brought her.

Two fingers, then three.

Every inch carefully caressed, familiarizing with each other’s heat, in endless cycles of acceptance and giving.

“Won’t you collapse?”

In the haze of passion, she even heard Sheng Shubai’s considerate question.

Having peaked twice already, Lu Jia’s legs were indeed weak. Without thinking, she nodded dazedly, murmuring in her fogged mind: Can’t stand… then what?

Until she was held and placed on the counter.

The porcelain was cool to the touch; she shivered involuntarily, wanting to press closer to the woman.

“Cold…”

The rest was blocked.

First the soft, full curve offered for her to suckle, then fingertips probing to stir.

The counter was high; Lu Jia braced her hands behind her, shuddering again and again to endure the relentless thrusts.

“So wet, clinging to me without letting go.”

Sheng Shubai laughed lowly, her tone soft and teasing, nipping her earlobe.

Another two rounds, water pooling on the floor. The woman’s fingers were equally soaked by her, a small handful gathering in her palm, sliding down her wrist to her forearm.

Sheng Shubai didn’t mind at all, her gaze fixed on the wet, hot, flushed softness.

“This height is pretty suitable for…”

The woman only said half, and Lu Jia didn’t get to ask what for. She didn’t need to—Sheng Shubai answered with her body.

Soft lips and tongue pressed to the rosy folds below.

Rolling, sucking.

Her knees gripped and hooked over a shoulder; in her daze, Lu Jia freed one hand to clutch at Sheng Shubai’s nape.

She couldn’t say if she wanted the woman to go slower… or harder.

Three more rounds.

Originally planning a proper bath, Lu Jia couldn’t hold back and pinned Sheng Shubai against the wall in turn, making the woman feel the waist-weak sensation she’d just endured.

If Sheng Shubai liked holding Lu Jia from behind, Lu Jia preferred facing her.

After all, the woman’s curves were so superior—she could kiss and glance down to satisfy herself endlessly.

Until they returned to the bedroom, nearing midnight.

“Glasses, high heels…”

Lu Jia buried herself in the woman’s soft chest, nuzzling, still remembering their study conversation.

Sheng Shubai laughed helplessly. “You still have energy?”

Pausing, Lu Jia seriously assessed her stamina. “We can rest half an hour first.”

Her head was lightly knocked, followed by a kneading fingertip. Reluctantly lifting from the warm embrace, Lu Jia amended, “Knocked once now—need thirty-one minutes rest.”

Sheng Shubai eyed her. “You can hold out, huh.”

She neither confirmed nor denied.

But Lu Jia wasn’t anxious; this woman would surely indulge her.

Twenty minutes later, Sheng Shubai gracefully rose, grabbed the skirt, and went outside the bedroom.

Lu Jia threw off the covers to follow, but was stopped. “Back to bed. Come out when time’s up.”

She obediently sat on the bed’s edge.

Ten minutes later, Lu Jia turned the bedroom doorknob.

The living room was dim; the woman’s tall, slender figure sat on the sofa, now in that long skirt, looking at her with a half-smile.

The half-rim glasses tempered much of her seductive aura, adding a cool edge. Bathed in night shadows, she was even more alluring.

Lu Jia’s eyes lit up.

Seeing Sheng Shubai raise a brow and gesture to the soft rug before her.

Lu Jia knelt obediently, crawling forward.

But as she neared, her shoulder was stopped—by Sheng Shubai’s heel.

The woman leisurely said, “In a rush? Isn’t it thirty-one minutes? One left.”

“Got to let you ‘rest well’—no chance later.”

The heel pressed lightly on her shoulder, tracing down the slim, pale ankle. Lu Jia looked up.

Dazed for a moment, it was like seeing Sheng Shubai from half a year ago.

“Sister.”

Lu Jia murmured softly, proactively lifting her tied nightshirt again amid the woman’s darkening gaze:

“Step on me.”