Dashing Student

"Okay!"

Chen Nan’s face wore a smile brimming with intriguing undertones, his eyes also radiated an intense light, as if he couldn’t wait to devour Yang Ruoshui whole.

Yang Ruoshui quite liked Chen Nan’s aggressive gaze; after all, she was already forty years old, yet she could still mesmerize Chen Nan like this—it gave her a great sense of accomplishment.

Just like that.

Chen Nan and Yang Ruoshui embraced as they entered the bathroom, where soon enough, a misty steam filled the air, shrouding the space as if with a thin veil.

Yang Ruoshui reached out to turn on the showerhead, and the warm water cascaded down like fine drizzle, splashing onto their bodies and trickling down their perfect contours.

Her hair quickly became soaked, strands of it clinging to her fair, smooth back, adding an extra layer of alluring charm.

Chen Nan’s gaze fell upon her, his eyes brimming with love and obsession.

Yang Ruoshui picked up the body wash, squeezed some onto her palm, and after gently rubbing, delicate foam blossomed in her hands.

With a mischievous smile, she smeared the foam onto Chen Nan’s chest, her fingers slowly glided over his taut muscles, feeling the powerful lines, each touch seemed to ignite a small flame.

Chen Nan wasn’t to be outdone; he picked up another sponge, soaked it in body wash, and tenderly caressed Yang Ruoshui’s back with gentle, love-filled movements, as though handling the world’s most precious treasure.

Their bodies drew closer amidst the steam, their lips intertwining once more in a passionate, lingering kiss.

In this slick environment, each kiss carried the moistness of water, each embrace grew tighter, as if they sought to merge each other into their own bodies.

The sound of the water, the panting, all intertwined, creating an incredibly intimate scene within the steam-filled bathroom.

Chen Nan’s hand glided down along Yang Ruoshui’s waist, causing her to tremble slightly, the love in her eyes intensifying.

There, in that tiny bathroom, they fully indulged in each other’s affection, forgetting all worries and immersing themselves in the sweet, passionate moment.

Chen Nan’s hand continued to slide down Yang Ruoshui’s waistline, passing over her round hips to gently grasp her long, firm thighs.

His touch was like a magical breeze that made Yang Ruoshui’s body quiver, eliciting a gentle moan as soft as a dream-like sigh.

Love surged in her eyes like a fountain, her gaze seemed capable of melting Chen Nan entirely.

Yang Ruoshui pressed her body even more closely against Chen Nan, sparks seeming to dance at every point their skin touched.

She extended her tongue, lightly licking Chen Nan’s earlobe, its warm and damp sensation made Chen Nan’s body stiffen, followed by a tingling sensation spreading from his earlobe throughout his body.

She breathed softly into his ear, the scent of the body wash lingering around him, her voice low and seductive, "Baby, I think I’ve fallen in love with you."

Chen Nan’s breathing became even more rapid, his hands began to wander upwards, along the inside of Yang Ruoshui’s thigh, slowly approaching that private and sensitive garden.

Every inch of movement was like playing a silent but stirring symphony, the friction of fingertips against skin resonated in the steamy bathroom, playing the melody of love.

His lips found Yang Ruoshui’s neck, placing a series of tender kisses as light as feathers, from her delicate collarbone, upward.

He left faint marks on her neck, like red plums blooming in the snow, charming and beguiling.

Yang Ruoshui’s hands clung tightly to Chen Nan’s back, her fingers leaving shallow scratches. She tilted her head back, letting Chen Nan kiss her more freely, as pleasurable moans escaped her throat.

The voice echoed through the bathroom walls, intertwining with the trickling flow of water, like an ancient and mysterious love song.

Her body was like a flame ignited; every cell thirsted for Chen Nan’s touch and kiss.

At this time, the steam in the bathroom became denser, like a vast sea of clouds enveloping them tightly.

They were like lovers perched upon the clouds, far from the tumult of the mundane world, immersed only in their love and desire for each other.

Chen Nan gently lifted Yang Ruoshui, seating her on the washbasin.

His gaze was deep and fervent, meeting Yang Ruoshui’s eyes as if engaged in a soulful conversation. In that brief exchange of looks, they understood the volcanic eruptions of love in each other’s hearts.

Then, he leaned in to kiss her again; the kiss was passionate and profound, as if to absorb the other’s soul into his body.

Yang Ruoshui’s legs wrapped around Chen Nan’s waist, and she could clearly feel his intense desire pressing against her body.

Her heart pounded like a drum, her eyes glazed with a hint of daze and longing.

She gently twisted her body, as if extending an invitation to Chen Nan, and as if helplessly dancing in this vortex of love.

Chen Nan’s hands continued to explore Yang Ruoshui’s body, like an adventurer seeking rare treasures in a trove.

His caresses made Yang Ruoshui’s body even more sensitive.

Each touch triggered a slight tremble in her and a moan of pleasure.

Chen Nan looked affectionately at the ravishing woman before him, a charming curve forming at his lips, "Do you remember what I promised you?"

Yang Ruoshui’s beautiful eyes trembled, her breathing grew more rapid, "You really want to eat me out? No, that place is dirty..."

Before she could finish, Chen Nan kissed her sensual red lips, pouring all his passion into her.

Yang Ruoshui’s mind was lost in Chen Nan’s ardor, reciprocating passionately, savoring the pleasure Chen Nan brought, and feeling immense satisfaction in body and mind.

Although she had been with Chen Nan at noon, that time was initiated by her, and she had not felt Chen Nan’s passion and heat.

Now, feeling the passion that Chen Nan brought, she felt as if her body and soul were melting, an indescribable marvelous experience.

Chen Nan’s lips slowly moved away from Yang Ruoshui’s, trailing down her chin, neck, descending lower, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses on her skin as smooth as white jade.

His kisses, like fiery magic, turned wherever they touched a rosy hue, and Yang Ruoshui’s body became even softer and hotter.

When his lips reached her proud peaks, Yang Ruoshui couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched and sweet moan; the sound echoed through the steam, like a nightingale singing in the dead of night, melodious and filled with endless seduction.

Yang Ruoshui’s fingers threaded through Chen Nan’s thick, damp hair, clutching with a slight force, as if to cling to the last thread of sanity amidst the surging waves of emotion.

Her eyes were full of bewilderment and intoxication, looking at Chen Nan’s expressions of love, her heart brimming with sweetness and emotion.

In this dreamlike atmosphere, she felt as though she was at the center of the world, surrounded tightly by Chen Nan’s love, every cell in her body cheering jubilantly.

He circled Yang Ruoshui’s nipples with the tip of his tongue, sometimes lightly biting, sometimes sucking, each subtle movement causing her body to tremble intensely.

Her body arched slightly, like a bow drawn taut, yearning for Chen Nan’s further soothing...