With every scrub and wash he made, Jiangg Ning's body trembled. She couldn't put the feeling into words.
It was a mixture of heat, ticklishness, and a tingling numbness, interspersed with a pleasure that made it impossible to think.
Whenever Chen Yuan paused, an unimaginable sense of loss would well up inside her.
As if she were being denied something she was supposed to receive.
"Stop... stop, I think that's enough." Unable to control her body's reaction, Jiangg Ning quickly pulled her foot back. She snatched the showerhead from him and started rinsing the foam off her feet, her face as red as if it were on fire. "This feeling is so strange. It's even harder to bear than being tickled. I've never felt anything like it."
Chen Yuan's eyes were filled with reluctance.
"Alright."
