My Beloved

Han Luo sighed in relief when she heard that she could use her own bathroom. However, Mo Yuan's next words made her body stiff. He said, "Actually, you don't have to worry about that. We will bath together from now on."

Han Luo turned her head to see his face to find out if he was serious. When she saw that his expression told her that he wasn't joking, her eyes turned as round as the flying saucer.

If they bathed together every day, wouldn't that mean they would make love every day? Just because they did it in Japan, did that mean they have to do it every single day?

All of a sudden, Han Luo had a realization. She understood that she foolishly came to the lion's den. She was completely unprepared. If he were to devour her, she couldn't do anything to stop him. If she only knew what he was planning, she would never step on this house after this long journey.

Han Luo stared at him speechlessly for a while and then pushed him away. She glared at him and complained, "My waist still hurts. When will you take the responsibility for that? If you torture me like this, I won't sleep with you anymore."

Mo Yuan paused. He had totally forgotten about it. All he was thinking of was taking her to bed and then loving her dearly. Now that she reminded him about her pain, he had no comeback.

When Han Luo went to freshen up first, Mo Yuan followed behind her. She stopped on her track and turned around to face him. "If you dare to come inside while I'm bathing, I'll leave the house this instant," she warned him with a serious face.

Mo Yuan raised his hand as if he surrendered. "I have no bad intentions. I'll just help you to bathe."

Han Luo narrowed her eyes. "Is that all?"

"That's all." Mo Yuan's expression was innocent.

Han Luo hesitated before permitting him to join her on the bath. "All right, you can come." She was so tired. If he helped her to bathe, that would be great.

After she washed her hair, she joined Mo Yuan in the bathtub. The water was lukewarm. In the snowy winter, the water made her feel better. She closed her eyes and leaned against Mo Yuan's chest. She took a deep breath and slowly released it.

In winter, having a warm bath and leaning against Mo Yuan's muscles was the best – she admitted in her heart. His warmth and unique odor engulfed her.

She was enjoying it when she felt Mo Yuan's hands on her shoulders.

"Your shoulders are stiff. Let me massage them for you," he said as his fingers began to press her shoulders.

He was right when he said that. Not only her shoulders were stiff, but her whole body was also rigid. It was because of the long journey. Since she was sleeping, she barely moved. "Massage my back too," she requested.

Mo Yuan suggested, "Wouldn't it be better to do it in bed? You need to properly lie down."

Han Luo didn't mind either way. She replied, "Don't worry about that. My back really hurts. Warm water is helping me to reduce the pain."

Mo Yuan massaged her shoulders and moved downward. His thumbs rubbed over her backbone and went down.

"Mm…" Han Luo let out a small moan as she began to feel good. She felt like he was used to doing this sort of thing. She questioned him, "Do you massage anyone? You are good. Ah! There…"

Mo Yuan was silent for a while. Then, he answered, "I used to do it to mom and dad when they come back from a long journey."

"Oh, it's good… hmm…" Han Luo had to admit that he was close to the professionals. If she knew it before, she would have asked him to do so from the very beginning.

Mo Yuan quietly massaged her. His intention was pure when he started fondling her. However, her smell, smooth skin, soft moans, and sweet voice somehow ignited the fire inside him. If she paid attention, she could notice his breathing had become deep and irregular. His fingers became itchy and moved forward. "Let me wash your body," he whispered in a low, deep voice.

Han Luo flinched when his breath suddenly touched her back. When she thought of him washing her body, she particularly thought of nothing. Since he volunteered to do it, she had nothing to complain about.

Mo Yuan first reduced the water. Their chests were exposed to the wind. After that, he took some shower gel and sponge and then scrubbed her back. Soon, his hands came to her front. He began to scrub her neck, collarbones and went downward.

Han Luo started to miss the warmth of the water. The cold wind made her shudder. Thanks to Mo Yuan's hands, she was able to feel the warmth.

When his hands touched her breasts, Han Luo quickly grabbed his hands and said, "I-I will do it here. You don't have to." Only then she realized that she shouldn't have let him do it. Her body wasn't used to being bathed by him. It's only natural that her body would react differently.

"It's all right. I can do it. You can just relax," Mo Yuan's  voice was husky. He didn't let her wash her body. He moved the sponge and rubbed it on over her right nipples.

"Umm!" Han Luo's body jerked. Just as she thought, her body was getting excited. She started to feel hot. Her small bud was perking up under the touch of the sponge. Before she knew it, her back was pressed against his chest. Her head fell on his shoulder.

Unbeknownst to her, Mo Yuan could see her expression. He could clearly see her flushed face and open rosy lips. Without a word, his hand moved to the other breast and scrubbed there.. At first, he circled around the lower part of the breast and slowly moved to the top.