Jiang Fei showered with his usual lightning speed. In less than ten minutes, he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white bath towel, having skipped the pajamas that Mama Wu had brought. He stood there, grinning as he admired Lin Moli, who was standing by the window, lost in the snowy scene outside.
Gazing at Lin Moli, he noticed an aura about her that was growing ever more flawless, ever more mature—an allure that stirred a restless yearning deep inside any man. Jiang Fei was growing impatient.
As if sensing the heat of his intense stare, Lin Moli—despite their already incredibly close relationship—still felt a bit self-conscious. Standing there by the window, she couldn’t quite bring herself to turn around. She remained motionless.
Jiang Fei walked over slowly, pressing his body, still faintly damp from the shower, against the alluring curve of her back. He asked with a grin, “It’s dark now. You can’t see much out there anymore anyway.”
Feeling the warmth radiating from Jiang Fei, the breadth of his chest, and the firm pressure against her shapely rear, Lin Moli finally turned her body slightly. Her cheeks flushed crimson, she didn’t dare look up at him. Staring downward, she murmured a complaint, “It’s so cold out. How can you not put on your pajamas? Aren’t you worried about catching a chill?”
“The room has heating, and I’m in excellent health. How could I possibly catch a cold? And do you really think a common cold would pose any problem for a master of traditional Chinese medicine like me?” Jiang Fei replied with a light laugh.
His hands gently encircled Lin Moli’s slender waist, savoring the incredible suppleness of her form and the full curve of her bosom just above. He quietly reveled in the exquisite sensation of holding her body.
“Are you still not going to shower? Or do I really need to come in and help you wash up?” Jiang Fei teased, bending down to plant a soft kiss on Lin Moli’s forehead.
“No need! I’ll shower by myself.” Hearing this, Lin Moli gently pushed herself free from Jiang Fei’s embrace. She grabbed her own nightclothes and hurried into the bathroom, leaving Jiang Fei leaning by the window. He paid no mind to the cold wind gusting against his body, merely chuckling to himself.
A shower?
Just thinking about that word, and watching Lin Moli’s figure vanish into the bathroom, set Jiang Fei’s mind wandering uncontrollably.
Taking a shower, of course, involves taking off clothes. And truth be told, Jiang Fei had helped Lin Moli with that particular task more than once. He had seen her captivating body before—and had caressed it, kissed it. Yet, even now, he felt a surge of both excitement and nervous anticipation.
What would Lin Moli look like in the shower?
Her elegant gray pencil skirt sliding down from her alluring, curvaceous figure. Her bending down to slowly peel off the black leggings that felt like stockings, until only her black or deep purple lingerie remained—for those were the only two colors Lin Moli favored for her undergarments, and coincidentally, Jiang Fei’s favorites as well.
And the fabric of that lingerie was surely silk, the most comfortable material against the skin.
Over the past couple of days, having learned more about Lin Moli’s family background, Jiang Fei finally understood why her lingerie was always of such premium quality. A single piece likely cost what an ordinary office worker earned in half a month.
When that last piece of clothing—whether lilac purple or pure black, embroidered with delicate patterns—finally slipped away from Lin Moli’s fair, flawless body, she would then turn on the water tap. Steaming hot water would cascade down, beading upon her skin, which was as smooth and white as milk. Droplets, like tiny pearls, would shiver and fall to the floor with Lin Moli’s slightest movement, her own voluptuous curves trembling gently along with them…
“Hoooh…” Jiang Fei took a deep breath and shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel these enticing images from his mind.
He couldn’t let his thoughts continue down this path. If he did, either he’d lose all restraint and charge into the bathroom, or his imagination would drive him completely mad.
A full half hour passed before Lin Moli finally emerged from the bathroom, clad in a pair of black-and-white plaid pajamas.
Her hair was slightly damp. Her cheeks, warmed by the hot water, had turned an even more enticing shade of pink. Without a trace of makeup, she was the picture of pure, natural beauty—a perfect illustration of why a woman is most captivating just after a bath. Her natural, subtle fragrance now mingled with the pleasant scent of body wash, making her even more irresistible.
Sometimes Jiang Fei couldn’t help but wonder: he often used the exact same brand of body wash as the women around him. So why did his body smell like absolutely nothing afterward, while a woman’s body seemed to soak up the fragrance so richly?
Perhaps there was truth to the old saying “stinky men, stinky men” after all?
Lin Moli gave Jiang Fei a shy glance but said nothing. She walked silently to the vanity and began using the hair dryer to tend to her damp hair. For women, washing up and doing their hair is a process. And drying long hair thoroughly after a bath in winter is an even bigger hassle.
In the summer heat, long hair dries naturally without much trouble. But in winter, it’s impossible without a hair dryer. Otherwise, hair washed at night would still be damp the next morning.
Bzzzzzzzz…
The sound of the hair dryer filled the quiet little room. Jiang Fei walked over and stood behind Lin Moli, looking at her reflection in the mirror—a face more beautiful than any flower. He gently took the hair dryer from her hand and said softly, “Let me help you with that.”
Lin Moli nodded and didn’t refuse.
She had decided not to resist anymore.
She knew what was going to happen tonight. Truth be told, it should have happened long ago. Way back in the capital, when they had stayed overnight at Qiao Yiyi’s place, she had already given her consent. Only a series of mishaps and delays had postponed it until now. Frankly, this was already rather late.
Watching Jiang Fei in the mirror as he carefully and tenderly dried her hair, Lin Moli felt her initial anxiety gradually smooth away by this gentle gesture. Her heart settled, growing calm and steady. What was to come felt natural, inevitable. Any trace of fear in her heart completely vanished.
Slowly, the moisture evaporated. Lin Moli’s long, jet-black hair became dry and sleek, flowing smoothly like the finest silk. Jiang Fei’s fingers combed through her tresses, and he felt a deep reluctance to ever pull them away.
Eventually, Jiang Fei set the hair dryer aside. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Lin Moli’s head, inhaling her fresh, clean scent. “I’ve always thought,” he said with a smile, “that your hair could star in a shampoo commercial.”
The gesture was innocent enough, nothing improper, yet it sent a wave of warmth flowing unbidden through Lin Moli’s heart. It felt as though a strange current had passed through her entire body, leaving her feeling weak and almost boneless, as if all her strength had drained away and she could barely stand.
Lin Moli had no mind to entertain Jiang Fei’s idle chatter. She didn’t have anywhere near the experience this rascal possessed. While there had been intimate moments between them twice before, they had always been tentative, stopping short—never reaching the real, final act.
So now, even though she was no longer scared or anxious, she simply didn’t have any mental space left for distractions.
How on earth was she supposed to think about starring in shampoo commercials at a moment like this?
Was this really the time to be talking about shampoo commercials?!
Was it?!
Leaning back into Jiang Fei’s embrace, Lin Moli murmured softly, but with startling directness, “What… what happens next?”
“What happens next? You tell me,” Jiang Fei replied. Though he had been impatient and burning with desire just moments ago, now he found a perverse enjoyment in drawing things out slowly.
“Don’t be like this,” Lin Moli whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. Her exquisitely beautiful face was flushed halfway down to her neck, the color creeping towards her ears. Her long eyelashes fluttered against her closed lids, a sight both adorable and amusing.
“Don’t be like what?” Jiang Fei’s hands slid from her hair down to her cheeks, skin as white as milk. His fingers traced lightly across her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and then down to her slightly parted, soft pink lips.
With each feather-light stroke, Lin Moli’s body shivered almost imperceptibly, as if goosebumps had risen all over her skin.
Finally, his hand moved lower, reaching the graceful curve of her slender neck. Lin Moli’s breathing involuntarily grew heavier.
At this, she could no longer answer Jiang Fei’s teasing, roguish questions. She could only bite down on her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress any audible gasps.
Seeing this, the fire within Jiang Fei finally raged completely out of control. His own patience had reached its absolute limit; he lacked the iron self-discipline of those playboys who could prolong the game indefinitely.
He hesitated no longer. In an instant, he shifted from behind her to face her directly. His eyes, blazing as if on fire, locked onto Lin Moli’s face. “Are you truly ready this time?” he asked.
As if fully sensing the imminence of what was to come, and knowing Jiang Fei was watching her, Lin Moli opened her eyes once more. Her large, dewy eyes met his, so moist they seemed about to spill over. They were filled with nothing but shyness and an almost overwhelming tenderness. Yet this time, she did not look away. She nodded, earnestly and resolutely. “I’m ready.”
“Not afraid?”
“What is there to be afraid of?”
“No regrets?”
“What is there to regret?”
Jiang Fei asked with utter seriousness, and Lin Moli answered with equal gravity.
Or rather, it wasn’t so much an answer as it was a question thrown back. But it revealed the absolute steadfastness of her heart, her complete and utter trust in Jiang Fei.
With matters laid this bare, no further words were necessary.
At a moment like this, silence speaks far louder than speech.
Suddenly, Jiang Fei swept Lin Moli up by the waist, lifting her from the chair into his arms in one fluid motion. He lowered his head, found her tender, inviting lips with unerring accuracy, and pressed his mouth against hers, kissing and sucking with fierce passion.
Lin Moli was nearly suspended in the air, held entirely by Jiang Fei’s strength. She couldn’t dodge even if she’d wanted to; she had no control over her own body.
Of course, she had no real desire to evade him now. She was fully prepared to accept whatever came next. The small struggle she made was purely instinctive.
But Jiang Fei, his mind made up and his primal urges completely unleashed, possessed immense physical power. There was no way she could break free. He pressed her whole body up against the wall, leaving her utterly immobile.
One of Jiang Fei’s arms remained wrapped around her waist, while his other, more restless hand began a slow journey from the elegant curve of her neck downward. It first roamed her waist, exploring. Finding that insufficient, his hand traveled upward to caress the proud swell of her bosom.
“Mmmph—” Lin Moli let out a muffled sound, her mouth completely sealed, unable to form any words.
Her hands instinctively moved to stop him, but his hand was planted firmly against her chest, as if it had taken root there, kneading and molding her softness with abandon.
Lin Moli was no longer a young girl; she had passed twenty-six and was nearing twenty-seven—edging closer to thirty. She was a mature woman. In an age where finding a virgin in university is a rarity, Lin Moli’s untouched body was utterly defenseless against Jiang Fei’s teasing and caresses.
Within moments, she was panting softly, lost in a tide of sensation she couldn’t control.
Lin Moli’s resistance completely crumbled. She surrendered the beautiful landscape of her body to Jiang Fei, letting him do as he pleased.
Her face burned, and her body turned to jelly. If not for Jiang Fei’s strong arms holding her up, she would surely have slid down the wall into a boneless puddle on the floor.
Meanwhile, Jiang Fei, after a brief exploration, finally located the tie of her pajama top. With a firm tug, the loose knot came undone.
Whoosh—
With a swift motion of his arm, the black-and-white plaid pajama top Lin Moli had just put on after her shower was tossed aside. Her exquisitely full figure was laid completely bare before Jiang Fei’s eyes, with nothing left to conceal it.
Thump!
Jiang Fei released his hold, letting Lin Moli slip from his embrace.
However, she didn’t land on her feet on the floor. Instead, she landed directly upon the large bed.
Lin Moli’s face was now as red as the sunset clouds on the horizon. The moisture in her eyes seemed ready to overflow. She was utterly overwhelmed with shyness.
She raised her arms in a futile attempt to cover her chest. Before Jiang Fei could even finish removing his clothes, she scrambled to burrow under the covers, pulling the white quilt up to hide her naked form completely.
Jiang Fei’s eyes were red-rimmed, his breathing heavy and ragged. He made no move to stop her. He simply tore off his own bathrobe and, following right behind her, slid beneath the quilt in an instant.
He was no novice when it came to matters like this, so there should have been no reason for nervousness or hesitation. Yet, overwhelmed by sheer emotion, he found himself trembling slightly.
“Don’t be afraid…” Jiang Fei whispered.
“Mmm…” Lin Moli’s voice was faintly quivering.
And then, a cry rose up, pure and clear like the call of a swan.
“Ah—”
Outside, goose-feather snow continued to fall. But inside the room, it was as warm as a spring day.
And yet, no matter how warm the heated air might be, it could never compare to the creak, creak, creak of the swaying bed, nor to the blossoming flower unfolding upon it.
Though winter’s chill gripped the world outside, within that room, it felt as if spring had already arrived…
