"Bai Ye!" I yelped as I thrashed my soaked arms in the bath. "You could've let me take my clothes off first!"
"Oh, of course I cannot. I'd like the honor to do it for you instead."
By now, he had gotten so used to the routine that it only took him seconds to undo all my ribbons. His hands glided under my clothes like a pair of nimble fish, freeing me from the drenched fabric and replacing the texture against my skin with his soft caress.
The sensation was soothing, familiar. I swear this wasn't what I had in mind when I asked him to bathe with me—I had only wanted him to stay, to not leave me by myself again so soon—but his touch made me realize how much I missed this. Probably just as much as I missed everything else about him.
"I'm glad you are back, Qing-er." He pecked my lips and shed his own layers next, letting the soaked garments sink to the bottom of the tub.
