After the high of orgasm passed, an extremely uncomfortable mood settled over them.
Chu Yun was no longer sure what was it that he had set out to prove.
He was not willing to show just how uncomfortable he was now that the flames of arousal had been banked, so he leaned over the edge of the tub, lifted up a washbasin and washcloth and started bathing himself, as if Xiao Zai wasn't sitting across from him, red-faced and hazy-eyed.
"I won," Xiao Zai said, dragging his own washcloth from the back of his neck towards the front of his chest.
Chu Yun wrenched his eyes away from the sight of the rough cloth drawing red angry lines across Xiao Zai's hard chest in the shape of his fingers.
"I won, you came first," Chu Yun said, trying to finish his bath as soon as possible and put some distance between the two of them,
"That wasn't the deal. The point was to see who had the biggest sword."
