Chapter 720 484: Alps (Part 2)

"How can you face Yaoyao?" a hazy voice rang in his ear.

Demon Xiaoyao raised a hammer, looking like she was about to give him a crushing blow to the head.

'Holy crap, is this an illusion from a Succubus?'

Chen Yuan muttered to himself and quickly rubbed his eyes. The thumb-sized figure vanished in an instant.

It was just a hallucination from being completely drained.

He shook his head hard, trying to clear it of these strange visions.

'What am I thinking about? The most important thing right now is to find Ningning.'

Chen Yuan took off his shirt, tossed it on the bed to reveal his well-toned, healthy-looking upper body, then picked up his toiletries and headed for the bathroom.

He knocked on the door.

"Ningning, I'm coming in."

"You can come in."

Chen Yuan suppressed his excitement and gently pushed the door open.

The first thing he saw was Jiang Ning wrapped in an avocado-green bath towel, revealing her fair calves and arms.

Her collarbones were defined, her shoulders round and smooth.

Her long hair cascaded down, possessing an indescribable beauty.

A shy blush colored her delicate cheeks, and she kept her head slightly bowed.

He could only imagine the perfect figure hidden beneath the towel.

"I just tested the water temperature. We can start washing now," she said softly.

"Together?"

"Didn't you wash up at Yaoyao's?"

"No... Well, I'm taking my clothes off, then."

"You... you can take them off." She turned her face away, her neck flushing red as if on fire. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Steam filled the bathroom. Water flowed over Jiang Ning's indescribably beautiful body, tracing her shoulders, collarbones, and the crooks of her knees before dripping to the floor.

The hazy steam added another layer of beauty to her lovely face.

'If angels existed in this world,' Chen Yuan thought, 'they would surely look just like Jiang Ning.'

His gaze was full of admiration as he looked at Jiang Ning's beautiful back.

It was no exaggeration to say that he couldn't find a single flaw on her skin, which was so smooth it seemed to gleam.

Many parts of the human body are beautiful, and Jiang Ning was a perfect example. Take, for instance, the spot where her arms connected to her back. With the slightest movement, the balanced muscles there looked like a work of art crafted by a sculptor.

The pad of his finger gently brushed against Jiang Ning's waistline, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"What... are you doing?"

"Sorry, Ningning. Your waist is just so beautiful, I couldn't help but touch it for a second."

Any further down, and he really didn't dare to make a move.

Just looking was enough to make him antsy with desire.

Snapping out of his daze, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, steadied himself, and began dutifully washing Jiang Ning's back. Though he was "washing" it, he didn't actually need to scrub hard—Ningning's back was just too smooth.

"Is it really that beautiful?" she responded in a small voice.

"Of course." Watching Jiang Ning quietly gather her hair and drape it over her shoulder, he nodded emphatically.

He had never before realized how noticeable a difference of just a few pounds could be. But now, having compared Ningning and Yaoyao in such a short time, he truly felt it.

Jiang Ning's body didn't have a trace of excess fat; it was as exquisitely proportioned as a textbook example. That, combined with her height and the golden ratio of her lower body, made her long legs indescribably eye-catching.

A moment ago, when she had started showering, Chen Yuan had been stunned into speechlessness.

It seemed that with every touch, he could feel a subtle reaction from Jiang Ning's body, as if she were ticklish all over. It got to the point where Chen Yuan didn't know how to proceed.

After scrubbing for a moment, he couldn't help but ask:

"Ningning, can you try not to move? Is it really ticklish here?"

When he touched her waist, Jiang Ning's neck instantly arched back. She bit her lip, her expression one of strained endurance.

"N-No," she quickly explained. "I don't want to move, but when you touch me, I get this ticklish, tingly feeling... I can't help it..."

"Was it like this before, when Yaoyao washed your back?"

"It was better. My reaction wasn't so strong."

"Huh? You have a strong reaction to my touch?" Chen Yuan was taken aback, an indescribable feeling welling up inside him.

'We've been dating for so long... can it be that Jiang Ning still hasn't accepted me from the bottom of her heart?'

'That would be too sad.'

"It's not a strong reaction, it's more that I'm not used to it. Maybe it's because I'm not often touched by others. Actually, my waist isn't even a very sensitive spot. You've hugged me around the waist often enough, haven't you?"

"That's right."

They hadn't been overly intimate, but they certainly hadn't lacked basic hugs and cuddles.

He'd never seen Jiang Ning have such a strong reaction before.

"Through a layer of clothes, I don't feel it that much. This situation... it just makes a person more shy, I guess," she explained.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to do more 'training' in the future, then. We can't have you not letting your husband touch you," Chen Yuan said teasingly.

Hearing the word "husband," Jiang Ning lowered her head slightly.

"Okay. I'll do my best to get used to your touch. I won't be as nervous as I was today."

She was actually giving a serious answer to his playful remark.

Her earnest attitude toward their relationship made him pause.

'She's kind of cute...'

Ningning always showed this unusually adorable, dorky side at the most unexpected times.

He had washed almost her entire body and had just finished her hair. Unlike the urgency he'd felt earlier at Yaoyao's, he was now reluctant for this to end, wishing this wonderful moment together could last a little longer.

As if trying to burn the image of Jiang Ning's beauty into his mind, his eyes were filled with reluctance.

"Should I wash your legs, too?"

"You don't have to."

"Let's wash them," Chen Yuan said brazenly. "Your whole body needs to be clean."

He held the showerhead in his hand, his face perfectly serious.