Beitang Yao's body paused, his eyes narrowing. The mist rising from the warm water veiled his gaze, making it look so dreamy and bewitching.
"I'll carry you up." He murmured lowly, biting her earlobe. As he finished speaking, he lifted her out of the bathtub and carried her out of the bathroom, gently placing her on the bed.
When she touched the soft bed, her whole body paused. She reached out her hands to tightly embrace Beitang Yao's neck, frowning, "Young Master, my body is still wet, it will soak the bed!"
"Then shall I kiss your body dry?" He spoke in a low voice, with a sly smile on his lips. As he said that, he really began to take action.
His kisses landed on her sensual collarbone, taking the droplets sliding down her body into his mouth.
