bdsm-fiction Chapter 52 appears open-minded, but in reality, it reveals a lack of options.
Chapter 52 appears open-minded, but in reality, it reveals a lack of options.
Qian Renxue shook her head, pulled herself out of her thoughts, and stopped looking at herself in the mirror.
Turn around and turn on the hot water.
The rising steam spread out, enveloping the entire bathroom in a hazy white mist.
With a flick of her finger, her clothes slipped off one by one, revealing her tall and alluring figure. Her fair skin glowed with a warm luster under the light, and moisture condensed on her delicate collarbone, slowly sliding down her graceful lines.
Stepping into the bath, letting the warm water engulf her body, and feeling the warmth spread from her toes to the tips of her hair, Qian Renxue leaned against the pool wall, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh, briefly relaxing herself.
Hot water soaks into every inch of tired skin, melting away the weariness that accumulates day after day.
Her breathing unconsciously became long and steady, and all the messy thoughts in her mind about power, conspiracy, assassination, and disguise were temporarily thrown aside at this moment.
However, the next moment...
"Click."
A very faint sound came from outside the door.
Qian Renxue suddenly opened her closed eyes, her expression turning sharp.
Without the slightest hesitation, she stood up from the pool, splashing water everywhere. A misty vapor enveloped her, shrouding her beautiful body in a hazy white fog.
Ignoring all that, Qian Renxue grabbed a bathrobe hanging nearby and quickly wrapped it around her body. At the same time, she gathered her soul power, preparing to reapply her disguise.
However, the next moment...
The body froze.
The power of some kind of force enveloped the entire bathroom without warning.
His soul power ceased to circulate, his heart stopped beating, and even his fingertips were frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.
What's going on here?
Her consciousness was heightened to its peak in that instant, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind as she pondered who had attacked her.
However, before she could come up with an answer, a figure appeared in the bathroom.
He was a boy.
She was young, with a slender figure and an almost excessively handsome appearance. Her golden eyes, which shimmered with a faint light, were particularly striking in the misty fog.
The boy looked at her, his gaze lingering slightly before he gave her a rather unceremonious once-over, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.
"It seems I've arrived at a rather unfortunate time?"
His tone was familiar, as if he were greeting an old friend.
But Qian Renxue was certain that she had never seen this boy before.
She instinctively wanted to question them and try to use her inner soul power to break free from the restraints, but her body remained firmly rooted to the spot, and she couldn't even open her mouth.
She could only stare intently at the uninvited guest with her blue eyes, expressing her anger and wariness through her gaze.
However, the boy seemed completely unconcerned about her reaction.
Under her wary and struggling gaze, the boy stepped forward, reached out his hand, and gently touched her brow with his fingertips.
In an instant, it was as if something exploded deep within Qian Renxue's consciousness, her eyes became empty, and she completely lost her luster.
A while passed.
Qian Renxue has not yet recovered.
Jiang Ci'an paused slightly when he saw the angel's absent-minded look, then reached out and poked her.
It has a smooth and moist texture and feels great to the touch.
Unfortunately, despite such an offensive gesture, Miss Angel remained unresponsive.
Jiang Ci'an blinked, and reached out his finger again... but this time, just as his fingertips were about to touch...
Qian Renxue opened her mouth and bit down.
Jiang Ci'an quickly withdrew his hand, his fingertips barely brushing against her teeth, leaving her unharmed.
He took a small step back, casually untied the angel's restraints, and looked at her clear blue eyes, now focused again, and spoke with a smile.
"You remember now?"
Qian Renxue's eyes snapped out of their daze, became sharp, then turned from sharp to ashamed and indignant, and finally from ashamed and indignant to complicated.
She took a deep breath and immediately tightened the loose, swaying bathrobe she was wearing to prevent it from slipping completely off her shoulders.
Then, she raised her head and glared fiercely at Jiang Ci'an.
"Couldn't you have waited until I finished showering before coming?"
His voice carried obvious displeasure, yet also revealed an inexplicable familiarity.
It was like a friendly complaint, the wariness of facing an enemy that had just been there was gone.
Jiang Ci'an smiled, his tone gentle yet confident.
"Are you going to wait until you're done washing, then take a sword and chop me on the head? Or are you going to wait until you bite me? It's better to strike first."
Qianrenxue was speechless.
Then her face, which was already slightly rosy from the moisture, turned even redder.
"Jiang Cian!"
Her fist hardened.
This guy is really inhuman!
……
After a while.
Outside the bathroom.
Jiang Ci'an sat on one side of the sofa, fiddling with the torso bone of the Angel God Armor he had just taken from Miss Angel. Golden light flowed between his fingers, and intricate patterns appeared and disappeared.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.
A misty vapor billowed out from inside the door, and a tall figure emerged from the white fog.
She was still wearing that bathrobe, slightly open at the front, revealing a perfect glimpse of her fair skin and delicate collarbone. A belt was tied around her waist, accentuating her slender figure and outlining her alluring curves.
She had probably just taken a bath; her skin still had a thin layer of rosy hue, radiating a healthy glow.
Her long, golden hair was slightly damp, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks and neck. Water droplets dripped from the ends of her hair, leaving a small, dark stain on the shoulder of her bathrobe.
He was warm and humid, relaxed, and completely lacked the tense and guarded feeling he usually had.
She glanced at the boy sitting on the sofa, then her soul power surged, white vapor rose, and the moisture on her body was instantly evaporated.
Her damp blonde hair became dry and fluffy, the water stains on her bathrobe disappeared, and she felt instantly refreshed.
Then, without any hesitation, she walked to the sofa and sat down next to Jiang Ci'an.
Instead of maintaining social distance, he naturally sat down next to Jiang Ci'an.
She crossed her arms over her chest, making her figure appear even more upright. The hem of her bathrobe slid open along her legs, revealing a section of her fair thigh, which then gently lifted up.
His posture was somewhat casual, even to the point of being unguarded.
"What are you doing here again?"
Qian Renxue turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes scrutinizing him, but her tone was much more casual than when they first met.
"Fight or take my soul bone?"
Jiang Ci'an blinked but did not answer immediately.
He inhaled the warm, sun-like scent lingering around his nose, his gaze lingered on Miss Angel for a moment, and then asked a seemingly unrelated question.
"Aren't you going to change your clothes?"
Qian Renxue glanced down at her slightly open bathrobe, then looked up at Jiang Ci'an and asked:
"Is it necessary? If you shrink me down again, the clothes will definitely not fit. How about this?"
He seemed open-minded, but in reality, he was simply out of options.
Six months ago, this guy shrunk her down, and her clothes fell to the ground, so she could only wear an outer robe that was several sizes too big.
She didn't want to experience that empty feeling again.
Although the bathrobe was quite loose, at least it had a waist belt to keep it from falling down, and it was warm to wear, so it was not bad.
Hmm, maybe that would be more convenient.
After all, if this guy really wanted to do something to her, she definitely wouldn't have any ability to resist.