For Qingyi, keeping a straight face was a real struggle the moment he found himself in that bathroom alone with Rouxi.
Her gaze brimmed with love as she carefully prepared the water, testing its warmth with the tips of her delicate fingers.
Small droplets splashed onto her breasts, trickling down those full curves before soaking into the thin fabric of her dress.
Each turn of her wrist sent those soft mounds swaying to the rhythm of her moving hands, the wet cloth now clinging to them like a second skin, outlining the rosy points of her stiff nipples.
The handsome young man simply watched her in silence.
At that very moment, she was kneeling beside the tub. The fabric of her dress pulled taut across her buttocks, outlining those two perfect orbs, riding up her delicate waist, and hugging her huge breasts.
How many men wouldn't go mad at the mere idea of having a hot stellar sovereign kneeling before them?
