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Chapter 256: Bath

"Xiao Ming!"

When the door opened softly and she saw Lu Jingming standing at the threshold, a flash of delight lit up Zhang Lexuan's eyes.

At the same time, a touch of bashfulness quietly climbed onto her cheeks like a faint rosy glow at the edge of the sky, adding a different kind of allure to her cool, ethereal temperament.

Ever since Cerydra had been led away by Castorice under some flimsy pretext, she had more or less guessed that Lu Jingming was the one pulling the strings.

As for Lu Jingming's intentions, how could she not see through them?

After all, she had watched him grow up and knew his mind like the back of her hand.

In truth, she herself had been looking forward to this moment. She had waited so long, and last time Yae Miko had even intercepted things unexpectedly.

"Sister Lexuan!"

Tonight, Zhang Lexuan wore a dress as white as snow, so airy and light it seemed woven from moonlight.

The smooth, bare calves she revealed looked like warm, white jade. Under the soft light, they gleamed with a tempting luster that stirred an urge to taste.

Lu Jingming loved this uniquely cool, fairy-like aura of Zhang Lexuan most of all. The thought that, in bed later, such coolness would be replaced by passion sent hot blood surging through him.

He stepped forward, movements gentle but tinged with urgency, then closed the door carefully, shutting out the world.

Next, his hands moved of their own accord—first drawing Zhang Lexuan into his arms with tenderness, then lowering his head without hesitation to claim her dewy lips. The sequence was smooth and natural, all in one flow.

"Wait!"

Cradled in his arms and a little dizzy, Zhang Lexuan suddenly snapped awake. She quickly raised a hand to stop him, her voice tinged with panic and shyness.

"I'll take a shower first!"

To Lu Jingming, even without a bath Lexuan carried a faint, enchanting fragrance. But he also knew there was no need to rush. The night was long; there would be time to savor.

…

In the bathroom, mist hung like a gauzy veil, filling the space with a dreamlike haze.

In the blur, Zhang Lexuan's figure was half-hidden, like an ink wash painting that hovered between presence and absence.

Crystal droplets slid from her waterfall-like hair, gliding down her smooth, delicate neck, tracing her exquisite collarbones, then disappearing into the mist at her chest.

Moistened by the steam, her skin looked even more tender and dewy, as if the lightest touch would leave a mark—evoking a rush of tenderness.

Zhang Lexuan gently closed her eyes and hummed a lilting tune she'd learned from Robin. The soft melody flowed through the quiet bathroom like a gentle stream.

She let herself sink into this moment of peace and comfort, as though all worries had fallen away.

Her breathing became slow and even, rising and falling with the rhythm of the water.

Her hands moved lightly over her body—sometimes feather-soft, sometimes with a touch more pressure—like playing a silent, heart-stirring piece that invited surrender.

A faint fragrance unique to Zhang Lexuan suffused the room—fresh and enticing, like blossoms in spring, natural and captivating.

Carried by the steam, it spread slowly, filling the bathroom with warmth and romance.

When Zhang Lexuan stepped out, wrapped in a soft bathrobe, her wet hair fell over her white shoulders like black satin, the tips shedding bright beads of water.

She carried a light, clean scent, made more alluring by the freshness of the bath.

A soft blush colored her cheeks with a healthy glow that added charm.

"Xiao Ming, I'm done. Your turn!"

Towel in hand, she dabbed at her damp hair, tilted her head slightly, and cast him a glance heavy with feeling, signaling him to go.

Lu Jingming's gaze never left her. Even earlier, seeing her silhouette through the bathroom glass had nearly pushed him past restraint.

Though he was eager to start, he reined himself in. For him, the tastier the dish, the slower it should be savored. He wouldn't let impatience spoil the feast. He wanted to enjoy every second with her.

Stepping into the bathroom, he saw the bathwater still warm and scented from her. He couldn't be bothered to change it and slid right in.

The heat wrapped him, tension dissolving as if fatigue evaporated on the spot.

Soon, he came out in a loose bathrobe.

Zhang Lexuan was already lying quietly on her luxurious bed, waiting.

Her sheer robe was as thin as cicada wings, outlining perfect curves—nature's finest artistry.

The collar had fallen slightly open, revealing exquisite collarbones and a sweep of snow-white skin that begged exploration.

Lu Jingming approached, eyes alight. He reached out, clasped her jade-white wrist. The motion was a little urgent, yet gentle.

Without ceremony, he drew her into his arms. His strong embrace felt like the safest harbor.

Then he cut to the chase, easing her beneath him—gentle yet domineering. He lifted her pale arms and held them above her head, pinning them lightly to the soft mattress.

Leaning to her ear, he murmured in a low voice, "Sister Lexuan, I might be a bit rough tonight. Bear with me."

Zhang Lexuan opened her mouth to speak—but her body jolted as if shocked.

She bit down hard, determined not to make an embarrassing sound.

Because Lu Jingming had begun his assault on her delicate earlobe. The instant he touched it, an electric shiver raced through her, a mist rising in her eyes as her breath hitched.

She reflexively struggled, only to find herself limp and boneless, strength draining away.

His hands grew restless, roaming lightly, sometimes stroking with tenderness, sometimes pressing with more intent—each movement a key turning the lock of long-suppressed longing, sending waves crashing through her, tinged with unspeakable shame.

Chapter 257: A Total Lightweight, Zhang Lexuan

Only when Zhang Lexuan had adjusted to the discomfort did Lu Jingming begin in earnest.

Soon, the room echoed with music, sweet moans, and rhythmic claps—the most beautiful melody drifting in the air.

Though she couldn't rival Robin's voice, Zhang Lexuan's tone was still captivating—clear and sweet, like a mountain spring flowing with warmth and affection.

However, in head-on combat, she lagged far behind Yae Miko.

Lu Jingming hadn't even started using his techniques. Many of the packages he'd prepared for her went unused before she was overwhelmed, softly begging for mercy and losing this lopsided battle in short order.

In the end, watching Zhang Lexuan sleep on the luxurious bed with a sweet smile at her lips, Lu Jingming couldn't help but chuckle.

He hadn't expected the icy, fairy-like Sister Lexuan to be so fragile in this matter.

Appraisal complete: total lightweight.

After all, Yae Miko could go all out with him—even when he brought out all sorts of packages.

But with Zhang Lexuan, he felt he hadn't even started to exert himself before she was waving the white flag.

You could only say everyone's constitution was different; even as a newly advanced Titled Douluo, she was still like this.

Lu Jingming gently pulled Zhang Lexuan's soft body into his arms as if cradling a priceless treasure.

He buried his head in the cloud-like softness, breathed in her faint fragrance, and slowly closed his eyes, soaking in the warmth and sweetness.

Her figure truly was perfection—no flaws, every line painstakingly carved by nature, worthy of awe.

…

"Checkmate!"

In Castorice's room, Cerydra stared intently at the board. Her slender fingers moved a piece, and with the drop, she cornered Castorice.

"I lost."

Castorice's voice was soft and even; she seemed prepared for the result.

In Haiyuan City, few could beat Cerydra at chess. Even Changli lost more than she won.

"Your heart isn't in the game. You care, don't you? Then why help him?"

Cerydra spoke coolly. With her intelligence, how could she not see that Castorice had been sent to lure her away from Zhang Lexuan?

She could also guess who had arranged it. But she'd noticed that Zhang Lexuan seemed to be looking forward to time alone as well, so she played along and left.

Still, she had keenly sensed that Castorice was fixated on what was happening in Zhang Lexuan's room, which puzzled her.

Castorice pressed her lips together, conflicted. Could she say she was envious? How could she admit that out loud?

"All right, I get it. What is it about that man that charms you all like this?"

Cerydra toyed with a piece in boredom. Most outstanding girls she knew seemed to fall for Lu Jingming.

And these girls were top-tier in ability, character, and looks.

Yet they all favored the same man.

Castorice even willingly helped him get intimate with other girls. That piqued Cerydra's curiosity—and her interest in Lu Jingming.

As for whether she herself would fall—absolutely not.

She was the noble Empress Cerydra. How could she be snared by something as small as love?

Commanding armies, crafting grand designs, manipulating the world like a chessboard—that was far more interesting.

Romance didn't suit someone who held the world in her heart.

"You don't understand."

Castorice murmured, thoughts drifting.

Lu Jingming was the first—and only—one to give her warmth.

The feeling of being held tightly by him had hooked her, like a ship adrift in darkness finally finding a warm harbor.

She couldn't help imagining: if a simple embrace felt so intoxicating, what would something even closer, even hotter be like?

She was filled with longing and anticipation—and with regret for hesitating before and losing her chance, letting Yae Miko swoop in. She was now envious of both Yae Miko and Zhang Lexuan.

"Hesitation leads to defeat. Once you decide, strike decisively. On the battlefield, indecision is taboo."

Seeing Castorice's trouble, Cerydra offered cool advice—her own brand of life coaching.

"Thank you, Cerydra. I understand!"

Castorice recalled how her hesitation had cost her intimacy with Lu Jingming, handing Yae Miko an unexpected advantage.

Resolve hardened in her eyes. She'd made up her mind to find a good opportunity to confess frankly to Lu Jingming and lay everything on the table.

…

The next morning, warm, soft sunlight spilled into the room through the window like a golden veil.

On the plush carpet, the light danced like a swarm of playful sprites hosting a grand party, filling the room with warmth and life.

On a bed of striking personal style, moon-white silk sheets lay like a tranquil lake, reflecting a fresh, elegant sheen—a quiet aura of calm.

Beneath the smooth, flowing velvet-silk duvet, a man and a woman snuggled close, bodies intertwined.

Their faces were bathed in gentle light, peaceful and serene, as if the world had stilled and only the two of them remained.

Under the duvet, Zhang Lexuan lay like a lazy cat, head resting on Lu Jingming's arm, her long, pale legs bent and draped over him—intimate and natural.

When a beam of sunlight brushed her cheek, she woke and slowly opened her eyes.