Cui Liyi dreamed with his eyes closed, releasing Chaotic Qi to perceive her presence.
So he could assist her precisely.
He raised his hand to remove her clothes, his movements gentle as if touching a fragile treasure, striving to block the seductive thoughts and contract scenes from his mind, focusing on washing her.
The warm towel brushed against her skin, his fingertips trembled slightly, exerting all his might to suppress the waves in his heart, even his breathing became exceptionally light...
When he reached her hair, he leaned forward to scoop up warm water, carefully washing it, his fingertips gently massaging her scalp, his movements gentle enough to drip water.
Su Muyao felt very relaxed, gradually becoming drowsy, her head nodding, eyes almost fully closed, her breathing becoming even, apparently about to fall asleep.
Though Cui Liyi had his eyes covered, his senses were sharp, able to perceive something.
