Until she entered the bathroom, Chu Susu still hadn’t noticed anything unusual.
That strange, inexplicable feeling from earlier merely brushed past her heart before vanishing quickly.
The bathing process went smoothly—pleasant, even.
Without her asking, Han Xuan proactively lathered up shampoo for her, then gently applied it to her scalp, massaging it in slowly with her fingertips.
“Is the pressure okay?”
This made Chu Susu a bit embarrassed, as if she were a customer at a hair salon, enjoying the other’s service.
She had just wanted to quietly say it wasn’t necessary when Han Xuan supported her head and leaned it back onto her lap, leaving no room for refusal.
The sensation was even softer than she’d imagined.
Everything that followed was left entirely to Han Xuan—first the shampoo, then conditioner, body wash…
Dense foam covered every inch of Chu Susu’s body, cleaning her skin and hair spotless.
Not a trace of dirt left behind, no corner overlooked.
In the fogged-up mirror filled with steam, Han Xuan’s focused expression as she bent over doing these tasks was faintly reflected.
“It’s fine.”
She smiled as she spoke. Even though she was the one doing all the work, she seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly. “I enjoy doing these things for you.”
This soak in the tub didn’t last long. In fact, both of them were already clean; they had only come into the bathroom for one last rinse beforehand.
Once it was over, Han Xuan picked up a bath towel and stepped forward to wrap it around her body, drying the water droplets from Chu Susu.
When she brought over the bottle of body lotion, Chu Susu frowned slightly and spoke up:
“Forget it, Han Xuan. How can I let you serve me like this?”
After all these back-and-forths, Chu Susu had practically received princess-level treatment, with Han Xuan acting as her personal maid.
Deep down, she had always vaguely felt that Han Xuan wasn’t lying earlier—
She truly enjoyed the process of serving her.
From the first time Chu Susu brought Han Xuan home, to their daily interactions afterward, it had always been like this.
She would tirelessly cook full meals for her every time, even insisting on packing lunch for her work.
Now it was even more exaggerated; she wouldn’t let her lift a finger for things like bathing or dressing…
At first, Chu Susu thought it was because Han Xuan had grown up under someone else’s roof as a child, used to fawning over others, so she didn’t take it as Han Xuan’s way of showing affection.
But upon second thought, that didn’t seem right.
If anything, what Han Xuan was doing felt more like… dressing up a doll.
Buying new clothes for the doll to wear, applying pretty makeup.
Because the doll was her possession, she had to handle everything personally.
While Chu Susu was lost in thought, Han Xuan had already sat on the edge of the tub, gesturing for her to lift her foot.
“It’s really no trouble.”
Her smile was flawless as always, carrying a hint of pleading:
“Let me apply it for you, okay?”
Han Xuan’s long lashes fluttered slightly, her eyes deep and mesmerizing, like they could draw a person in.
Chu Susu involuntarily stepped back, sitting right on the edge of the vanity.
Her feet dangled naturally in the air, and her right foot was perfectly caught in Han Xuan’s grasp. With body lotion that had a fresh scent already on her hand, she covered Chu Susu’s instep.
The sudden threads of coolness made alarm bells ring loudly in Chu Susu’s mind.
The sensation was both itchy and tingly; she instinctively pulled back, trying to withdraw her foot, but Han Xuan tightened her grip on the ankle just enough to hold it in place.
Chu Susu bit her lip, flustered. “…Itchy.”
She’d never realized before how ticklish her feet were—just a light touch and she couldn’t stand it.
“It’ll be quick.”
Though Han Xuan said that, her movements were unhurried. She used her fingertips to gradually spread the lotion over the instep, rubbing it in until it was fully absorbed and no longer sticky.
It only took a few dozen seconds, yet it felt to Chu Susu like she was being tickled with a feather, her breathing quickening as she squirmed uncomfortably.
Han Xuan lowered her head to tend to the sole.
Because she usually painted, her knuckles had thin calluses that scraped lightly against the arch and ball of the foot, producing a faint rustling sensation—a different kind of tactile tease.
Suddenly, Chu Susu couldn’t tell which part of her skin felt more sensitive, only that each stroke felt more intense than the last.
The fog on the mirror had cleared; she twisted her head to glance and saw her face flushed beyond belief.
It was probably because they hadn’t opened the door for ventilation, and the bathroom was just too steamy.
“That’s enough, Han Xuan.” Chu Susu stopped her in a low voice. “It’s fine now.”
Everything before her eyes rippled like water, spinning her dizzy. Aside from that pair of violet-tinged eyes, she couldn’t make out anything else.
Han Xuan’s left hand, gently holding her ankle, suddenly tightened a fraction. Then she stood, leaning forward without permission and sealing Chu Susu’s lips with her own.
With a tug, Chu Susu was pulled down from the vanity and steadied gently in her arms.
Han Xuan’s lips were hot, her embrace scorching, though her fingers remained cool.
One hand pinched her ankle, the other caressed her cheek, and with her back pressed against the hard edge of the vanity, Chu Susu was yanked back from that itchy, tingly haze into reality.
“Mm…”
The kiss lasted only a few seconds before her stolen breath was returned.
She blanked out for a moment, only to feel that sensation from before entering the bathroom returning.
That Han Xuan didn’t seem like Han Xuan at all.
But how could that be? She didn’t understand.
From the very start, Chu Susu had this vague premonition. Han Xuan might seem gentle and amenable on the surface, but when it came to certain moments, she was completely different—almost the opposite.
Like periodically shedding a disguised facade to reveal her true face.
She wanted to say something, but the alcohol hit her, muddling her mind and making it hard to think straight. “Han Xuan, you…”
But she was interrupted the next second.
As if anticipating Chu Susu’s protest over this near-possessive kiss, Han Xuan’s fingers brushed her lips, silencing what came next.
“I’ll listen to you,” Han Xuan said. “Don’t worry.”
Chu Susu felt her body growing limp, unable to maintain her usual assertive demeanor. If not for clutching the vanity and being supported by Han Xuan, she’d have slid to the floor right then.
Was Han Xuan really this agreeable?
Her lingering rationality screamed that something was off.
The unfinished bottle of body lotion was set aside, and Chu Susu was half-supported as she walked back to the room.
Moonlight seemed to shine brightly outside the window, stars twinkling, but it didn’t reach her, blocked entirely by another’s silhouette.
The flush on her cheeks had spread all over, like her always-upturned eye corners and her stubborn lips that refused to yield.
Though Chu Susu was already woozy, a sense of unease persisted. She hesitated, wanting to push away, but then a familiar voice whispered in her ear, seductive as a mischievous sprite:
“Does Susu like grinding tofu?”
Like this?
Well… it wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
After all, it wasn’t just her enduring it; they were both in the same boat…
Under this line of thinking, Chu Susu slowly nodded.
…
At some point, her secret folds were pressed and ground against by Han Xuan’s, the freshly changed sheets soon soaked through.
Her entire body was like a freshly made something indescribable—slick and tender, ready to melt at a touch.
If it weren’t for today, Chu Susu never would have known her flexibility was this good.
Her intimate place was spread to its limit, then met the other’s slick heat.
Leaning against the soft headboard pillows, an unprecedented strange sensation surged from her core, intensifying fiercely with Han Xuan’s rhythmic grinding.
“Mm…”
Why, with no penetration, did it feel so strongly like her dignity was being trampled underfoot?
Just like in that dream during the spring rain before, where the one wearing Han Xuan’s face had done something similar to her, until her whole world was nothing but the pristine ceiling and soaked sheets.
Never mind that—what mattered most was, why was only she the one losing it? What about Han Xuan?
Why could Han Xuan stay clear-headed, those bewitching eyes fixed on her unblinkingly, as if she wanted to devour her whole?
Chu Susu tried to speak, but she was once again lost in the grinding of their secret places.
She felt nailed in place, every movement under surveillance, no escape possible.
The most exquisite friction pulsed like a musical beat, drumming steadily, as the progress bar neared its end.
“Han Xuan.”
Chu Susu was like a tender sprout battered by a storm, on the brink of collapse with nowhere to retreat. She could only keep calling Han Xuan’s name: “Han Xuan.”
It was just grinding, so why did it leave her such a mess?
She was about to come undone.
“I… can’t…”
Chu Susu gasped it out, but she only felt the person beside her grinding even more intensely.
The more she unraveled, the more fiercely Han Xuan pressed on.
She even shifted her lips away, moving instead to that unspeakable spot Jinjiang dare not name. She gently lavished it with her tongue, letting the place be licked into a sopping mess—the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
The mingled nectar from both of them flowed together, immersing her in it.
Chu Susu only felt a torrent of pleasure crash over her, waves of vertigo hitting hard. Suddenly, she couldn’t help but grab Han Xuan’s shoulders. “Han Xuan.”
It was like a plea, like agony, and yet also like ecstasy.
This was undoubtedly the most debauched moment of her life. Chu Susu felt tears slowly trickle from the corners of her eyes, falling into the other’s mouth, where they were licked up without leaving a single drop.
Just a little more. She was so close.
Just a little more and she was about to come.
But Han Xuan seemed to sense something, slowly coming to a halt with everything she was doing.
“What did you call me?” she asked.
In her daze, Chu Susu wondered why they were both going through the same thing, yet she was reduced to an utter mess while Han Xuan, despite being just as aroused, could still speak clearly.
But she no longer had the strength to question it.
“Han Xuan.” Chu Susu’s voice carried a faint, weak sob.
Lost in the haze, Han Xuan asked softly once more, repeating the question: “What did you call me?”
The movements that had suddenly paused started up again—things Jinjiang wouldn’t allow to be said.
Chu Susu knew that right now, she must look like a broken rag doll, stripped of everything.
Except for those unspeakable things.
She heard herself murmur two words in a daze:
“Xingxing.”
