He understood; Xue Tang hadn't fallen.
She was hiding in the bathroom… masturbating.
He instinctively held his breath, quietly opening the door. Even clearer moans came from within.
The bathroom was divided into two parts: an inner shower stall with a curtain, separated by a glass door; and an outer area for clothes and basic washing.
A pile of clothes lay there, with what appeared to be a gold necklace-like object at the bottom.
The glass door was now closed, and behind the curtain was a curvaceous figure, revealing a shapely silhouette with full breasts, a slender waist, and rounded hips.
Her slender, long neck, like a swan's, was arched back, and her long, incredibly black, glossy hair, visible even through the hazy silhouette, cascaded down her back.
She seemed to be sitting on a small stool, her legs stretched out, her shapely thighs seemingly clamping something between them.
Inside, the light cast Xue Tang's shadow onto the curtain, unexpectedly resembling a silhouette in a shadow play, the movements appearing clear and precise.
One of Xue Tang's slender arms was nestled between her thighs, moving rhythmically with small, yet rapid, movements.
Her other hand cupped her round, full breasts, kneading and shaping them like dough, molding the beautiful contours into countless forms—an exceptionally lewd display.
"Mmm...ah~mmm, haa...mmm~"
As the moans intensified, the small hand between her legs moved even faster, the splashing sound, though not quiet, unable to mask the sticky, wet sounds.
She was indeed masturbating. Had she not been satisfied with lovemaking last night?
However, although his body wasn't as strong as before his injury, thanks to the nourishment of pure yin, his performance was far superior to that with other women.
You see, a crucial reason he initially returned to Shen City was because Xue Tang… and Yu Tang could aid his recovery.
Given the injuries to his dantian, only these two women could potentially help him recover.
And with these two women, his sexual prowess was already at its peak…
However, Li Dong remembered that Xue Tang, with whom he had slept last night, hadn't seemed very enthusiastic. She was noticeably languid and weary, though still actively responding, her reactions were rather lukewarm.
One obvious sign was that Xue Tang hadn't produced much lubrication, only slightly wetting her labia.
It was like the feeling of not being particularly interested in dessert after a satisfying meal.
But now, the intense, viscous gurgling sounds almost conjured up images of slender, jade-like fingers covered in slippery, lustful fluid, rubbing and splattering with a sticky white paste, unbelievably wet.
The "dream," which he thought would soon fade, resurfaced, causing him to waver strongly.
Yes, memories from a "dream" wouldn't evoke such intense feelings in him. After all, it was a "dream," and upon waking, the subconscious would gradually fade that memory, like watching a erotic dream.
The lingering, nightmarish sensation he felt at the time wouldn't have much of an impact on him afterward.
Moreover, last night's "dream" was too lewd and absurd for him to believe.
How could Lan Yan, so strong and never willing to admit defeat, be naked, riding on top of someone else?
And how could she be pinned down, her delicate, red feet hoisted onto someone's shoulders, being relentlessly and wildly violated?
Why was she emitting such a mournful moan?
Li Dong didn't want to accept this possibility, but the scene before him was different. Even if Xue Tang was just masturbating, it was happening incredibly realistically before his eyes.
The impact was far greater than he had imagined!
A soft sob escaped Xue Tang's lips.
Like a sob, her shoulders trembled, her slender waist arched backward, and her full, peach-shaped breasts swayed upward, then dropped due to gravity, heaving alluringly.
The silhouette was so clear that even the hard, pointed tips of her breasts were clearly visible.
"Ah...uh...!"
With a high-pitched, suppressed moan, the sound of water suddenly intensified. With his superior eyesight, Li Dong could even see a few thin streams of water gushing between Xue Tang's trembling, long legs...
When everything calmed down, and Xue Tang, like a little girl who had stopped crying, with a slight sob, tilted her head back in a daze, her neck, beautiful back, and slender waist forming a graceful curve that trembled gently,
he quietly withdrew and sat back on the bed. The scene he had witnessed in the bathroom had left him deeply troubled and unable to calm down for a long time.
A while later, a soft sound came from the bathroom; Xue Tang was about to emerge.
However, Li Dong didn't know how to face Xue Tang. Instinctively, he lay down on the bed, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.
Perhaps realizing he was still "sleeping," Xue Tang seemed relieved.
Then, her bare feet touched the carpet, her footsteps as light and gentle as a cat's. Li Dong then smelled a warm, moist fragrance, alluring and lingering around his nose, like the most natural and seductive scent emanating from her moist, supple skin.
Although Li Dong's eyes were "closed," his training meant that even with his eyes pretending to be closed, he kept them slightly open, able to clearly observe the situation.
He saw Xue Tang's slender, graceful body, covered only by a white towel around her breasts. But what was even more striking and white was the exposed, rounded, delicate shoulders, and her still full, plump breasts, like hanging melons.
A cascade of smooth, jet-black hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulders, cascading beside her full breasts.
The bed trembled slightly, and Xue Tang sat up on the edge.
She stared at him, mesmerized, as if looking at a beautiful bubble that might burst at any moment, her breath slightly ragged.
Li Dong felt a soft, delicate hand touch his face.
The touch was smooth as powder, delicate as dewy flower petals, gently stroking his cheek, jaw, nose, and eye sockets… with tender care, meticulous attention.
It was as if she were confirming that he wouldn't suddenly disappear again, like in a dream.
This moved Li Dong deeply, yet also filled him with shame. He knew that debts of love were the hardest to repay. He had made Xue Tang wait for seven years; how could he repay her?
If she looked at him with a half-smile, a mixture of shyness and reproach, and said, "You bad boy, you finally decided to come back?" it would make him feel a little better.
But the tenderness and love the beauty showed him while he was "sleeping" was what made him feel most ashamed.