Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

104 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (41)

Left without a choice, Song Jia began to take off her dress, her blue eyes focusing intensely on the his face.

If he dares to peek at her, see if she doesn't gouge his eyes out!

Xiang Feng continued to count, his breathing steady and even. But only he himself knew how much he was tightly clenching his fists. The fact that she was so close to him, naked and without a stitch of clothing on her body, made a surge of heat fill his abdomen.

Xiang Feng subconsciously changed his sitting position.

Song Jia sat as far away from him as possible, sinking her body into the water until the surface gently lapped at her chin. She stared at him with vigilance, waiting for him to finish counting.

"...two...one."

Right on cue, Xiang Feng opened his eyes.

Golden hair cascading around her bare shoulders, the skin creamy pink from the heat of the water, her blue eyes wide like a rabbit's as she cautiously looked at him.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he gazed at her, his pupils dilating with need. Seeing her this vulnerable, he had an intense desire to cover her body with his own.

But Xiang Feng resisted the urge. If he pursued her according to his desire, she would only become more frightened of him.

He said hoarsely, "Come here."

Song Jia didn't move. You think this grandma didn't see the desire in your expression?

Xiang Feng repeated, "Come here."

Song Jia still didn't move.

"If you don't come, I'll personally go over there and carry you."

"..."

Song Jia pursed her lips, and without any attempt at being graceful, she slowly crawled towards him, making sure not to expose any skin below her shoulders.

Xiang Feng's throat went dry. Did she really think that would work? The less she revealed, the more he wanted to see.

When Song Jia finally reached him, Xiang Feng cleared his throat and picked up another amber bottle.

"Lean your back against the edge."

Song Jia did as he instructed.

His large hands slowly covered her shoulders, and Song Jia's body tensed up. But then he started massaging them, the smell of essential oil drifting into her nose.

Song Jia couldn't help but relax. He kneaded the tight tendons along her spine, and despite the ambiguity on his expression earlier, his hands were methodical and dispassionate.

Rose petals swirled with the gentle flow of water and some of them clung on Song Jia's skin. Glittering drops of water coated her eyelashes, covering the eyes that were as crystal clear as still water. Xiang Feng could almost smell the flowery fragrance that was unique to her, accentuated by the oils and rose petals.

He suddenly took his hands off her, and Song Jia blinked her eyes open in surprise.

Her body had relaxed, but it was not as if she completely lowered her guard. She was actually thinking, while his head was lowered as he massaged her, that she would try to hit his acupuncture point like what she had done to Nian Shou all those years ago.

He didn't seem like a person that wanted to hurt her. But a kidnapper was still a kidnapper, and Song Jia needed to leave.

"Stay in the bath for at least a quarter of an hour, I put herbal medicine there to heal your wounds."

His voice was cold and standoffish, completely unlike the kissing fiend from earlier. Song Jia had no choice but to nod her head when she saw him being like this.

Never mind, an opportunity would come later.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Song Jia smiled and ducked her head underwater, completely unlike the frightened girl from earlier.

She was actually not afraid of his lust. Having experienced raging fire and dry wood [1] with that lustful beast Zhao Cheng, Song Jia had freed herself from worldly constraints. In the face of evil, she would rather be an intact brick than a broken jade. [2]

At least bricks build houses, ah!

...

Outside the door, Xiang Feng no longer wore the cold and aloof expression that he had shown Song Jia.

He closed his eyes when he heard the splash of water coming from the bathroom, cold sweat trickling down his back as he thought of how he nearly lost control.

He clenched his teeth and frantically pulled at his belt, placing his hand on top of his heat source that had long since strained restlessly upward.

Because of his enhanced hearing, he could still hear Song Jia enjoying herself in the bath, her sighs of contentment making the rigid flesh in his hand swell even larger.

Xiang Feng pressed his lips together as his fingers circled the base, gripping it tightly. He stroked it up and down, only wanting to find release as fast as possible. Song Jia seemed to have found the bath pleasant, because she gave a low moan of satisfaction.

Xiang Feng's breathing came out in pants, and his rigid shaft twitched and lengthened in his hand, pulsing with renewed fire. He exerted more pressure on his hand, not caring if he was being rough, driving it back and forth through his fingers. Agony was etched across his handsome face as he tried hard to be quiet, not wanting her to know what he was doing just behind the closed door.

He worked his hand faster and harder, his release racing up his shaft, as pleasure resembling a current rushed into his head. Then his shaft exploded, semen spilling over his fingers.

Xiang Feng's whole body trembled violently, his teeth clenched, not willing to make a sound. He could hear Song Jia preparing to go out of the bath, humming as she squeezed the water out of her air, droplets raining down.

He slowly worked the last vestiges of his release from his shaft, his movements more gentle now as he coaxed the last spurts of his orgasm. When he was finally limp and satiated, he pulled his pants back on, ignoring the slight pain as it brushed over his sensitive flesh.

Xiang Feng looked at the mess he made and winced. If he didn't pleasure himself, he would not be able to resist taking her. He hastily cleaned himself up just as he heard Song Jia finally step out of the bath.

Song Jia saw that he had left no clothes for her to change into, and her previous dress was already too dirty.

Knowing that he was outside, waiting for her, she asked loudly, "Hey, can you get me a new dress?"

"..."

For the longest time, she didn't get any reply.

She pursed her lips and repeated, "Hey?"

Did he leave? No, it didn't seem possible. If so, why wasn't he answering her?

Then his magnetic voice was heard, sounding hoarse and husky, "...I'll get it."

"..."

For the second time that day, Song Jia heard alarm bells ringing inside her head.

[1] Ch. euphemism for passionate sex
[2] A reversal of the Ch. idiom, 'in the face of evil, rather be a broken jade than an intact brick' that means it is better to die with honor than to surrender.