Silver and jet-black tresses danced harmoniously in the water as Bai Qingyue's humanoid form filled the narrow tub, his long legs tangling with Li Meirong's in the tight space.
When he shapeshifted, the garments he had worn prior to shifting into fox form had rematerialized on his body. Now, he too had soaking-wet clothes clinging to his broad shoulders.
He allowed his hands to wander. One slithered around Li Meirong's waist and the other gently grasped the back of her neck, and in a single smooth motion he pulled her onto his lap.
Her small, soft body was practically enveloped in his when he leaned her back against his chest.
The mist lingered from Bai Qingyue's transformation, and the position they were currently lying in was quite suggestive. An onlooker might have mistaken them for the subjects of a romantic painting, perhaps one of two fairies lying amorously in each other's embrace.
