Chapter 90 The Serving of Miss Yu (Part Two)

Yu Linglong kept her head bowed low, not daring to look at anyone. She moved mechanically, step by step, toward the edge of the pool, then stepped into the warm water as if walking to her doom. The warm currents enveloped her slightly cool body, yet could not dispel the chill in her heart. Ripples spread out, soaking her thin dress, which clung tightly to her form, outlining a breathtakingly beautiful sight. Ashamed, she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to sink lower into the water, burying her body as much as possible.

Yu Linlang closely followed her sister, like a timid little quail, almost closing her eyes as she groped her way into the pool. The warm water drew a soft 'mmph' from her, and then she imitated her sister, shrinking into the water, only revealing half of her small face, red as if dripping blood, and her large, wet eyes filled with unease.

The two stood on either side, separated by a neither too close nor too far distance, rigid in the warm pool water. Neither dared to approach the man who sat with his eyes closed, yet radiated a powerful presence.

Although Xiao Ming had his eyes closed, his senses were sharp, and he was fully aware of all the sisters' reactions. The bit of mischief and desire for conquest in his heart was greatly satisfied. Especially Yu Linglong's transition from humiliation to resignation, and Yu Linlang's pure shyness and struggle, he found particularly amusing. He was in no hurry to urge them on; instead, it seemed as if he was enjoying the final apprehension of prey before it entered the net.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. His deep gaze swept over the sisters standing rigidly in the water as if undergoing torture, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a playful curve. He extended a slender arm, casually resting it on the warm jade at the pool's edge. His fingertips lightly tapped the jade wall, producing crisp sounds that were especially clear in the quiet hall.

"The water temperature is acceptable, not bad..." His tone was lazy, but his gaze carried invisible pressure as it fell upon Yu Linglong. "Come here. Bathe this Saint."

Yu Linglong's face paled further. She bit her lower lip hard, feeling as if the pool water had grown colder, the chill spreading along her spine. But what could she do? She could only blame herself and her Family for not being strong enough to control their own fate! She didn't even dare to look at her sister's expression at that moment. With her head lowered, she replied in a voice as faint as a mosquito's, trembling uncontrollably, "Yes... Saint."

Then, with difficulty, she moved her feet. Warm ripples spread in circles with her movement. She walked to Xiao Ming's side but froze there, unsure how to proceed. Her soaked dress clung to her body, outlining her delicate curves and causing her to tremble slightly.

Hearing this command, her sister Yu Linlang's reaction was more direct. She abruptly lifted her head, her large, wet eyes filled with panic and confusion, her small face flushing crimson. "S-serve... bathe him?" she repeated subconsciously in her heart, her voice tinged with disbelief. For a young lady who had been well-protected by her Family, this was far beyond her comprehension. She looked toward her sister, her eyes full of plea for help, but Yu Linglong only kept her head bowed low, not daring to meet her gaze. Yu Linlang's heart sank bit by bit. Her father's instructions, the survival of the Family, and the unfathomable power and unquestionable authority of the man before her bound her like invisible chains. She pouted her lips and, in the end, imitated her sister's manner, replying in a nasal voice, "...Yes."

Yu Linlang also moved over, standing side by side with her sister at Xiao Ming's side. Both kept their heads lowered, like two delicate flowers trembling in the wind and rain, awaiting unknown devastation.

Xiao Ming seemed to greatly enjoy their appearance of terrified unease yet forced compliance. He leisurely adjusted his posture, making himself more comfortable in the pool water. His broad shoulders and firm chest emerged above the surface, water droplets slowly sliding down the distinct lines of his muscles. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the pair of sisters beside him—stunningly beautiful, with vastly different temperaments yet equally helpless. His low voice carried a hint of lazy command: "What are you still standing there for?"

Hearing this, both their bodies trembled simultaneously.

Yu Linglong took a deep breath, as if mustering all her courage, before slowly raising her slightly trembling hands. She took a soft bath towel from the poolside, soaked it in the warm water, wrung it until it was half-dry, then held her breath and gently placed it over Xiao Ming's shoulders and neck, beginning to wipe him.

Through the thin, soaked towel, she could even clearly feel the texture of the warm, powerful skin beneath her palm. It made her fingers curl back as if shocked, nearly dropping the towel. Suppressing the urge to withdraw her hand, she began to wipe clumsily and without any method, her movements stiff, completely not daring to apply force. It was as if what lay beneath her hands was fragile porcelain or a branding iron that might burn her.

Seeing her sister had already begun wiping Xiao Ming, Yu Linlang hurriedly and clumsily followed suit. She picked up another bath towel, imitated her sister by wetting it, then tremblingly reached toward Xiao Ming's arm.

Her movements were even more flustered than her sister's. The towel nearly slipped from her wet little hands several times, the pressure of her wiping alternating between too light and too heavy, completely lacking technique. She didn't even dare to look at the place she was touching, turning her small face aside, tightly closing her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled violently like startled butterflies, and the blush on her cheeks and neck spread down to beneath her water-soaked collar.

One worked on his shoulders and neck, the other on his arm—both movements were extremely clumsy, as if two terrified young girls were completing a terrifying task. Their bodies were tense, their breathing rapid, every slight touch making them startle like frightened birds.

In stark contrast to the two girls' behavior, Xiao Ming seemed completely unconcerned with theirclumsy 'service'; instead, he appeared to be thoroughly enjoying it. He could clearly feel those four small, cool hands, bearing the unique delicacy and softness of young maidens, clumsily wiping over him through the wet towels. That inexperienced contact, those uncontrollable heartbeats, the faint, water-scented fragrance so close at hand, and the glimpses from the corner of his eye of the scenery revealed by their soaked, clinging garments... all of it acted like the finest catalyst, constantly stirring the flames in his heart.

His breathing imperceptibly grew slightly heavier.

Xiao Ming suddenly moved, casually lifting an arm.

Yu Linlang, who was wiping his arm, was caught off guard. With a soft gasp, her little hand slipped, landing right on Xiao Ming's chest, feeling the powerful heartbeat and muscles beneath.

Yu Linlang's pretty face flushed crimson, steam practically rising from her head. She tried to pull her hand back sharply, but Xiao Ming's other hand caught her small hand, pressing it along with the towel against his chest.

"And... here."

Xiao Ming still had his eyes closed, his voice low, carrying a trace of unquestionable authority.

After a while, accompanied by the two girls' service, ripples spread in circles through the green waves of the pool. Steam rose, stretching the shadows of the three figures long.

Xiao Ming suddenly let out a low chuckle. Before Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang could react, his arms abruptly pulled them close.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two short exclamations were drowned by the warm pool water and an even more scorching presence.

Yu Linglong only felt her body become weightless. Amidst a dizzying whirl, she was pulled from behind Xiao Ming to in front of him, tumbling to sit on his powerful legs. The warm pool water submerged most of her delicate form, her back pressed tightly against the man's burning, solid chest.

And Yu Linlang was directly pulled by Xiao Ming's other arm around her slender waist. With a light tug, she gasped repeatedly as she tumbled into his embrace, sitting on his other side.

The two sisters, one on the left and one on the right, were firmly imprisoned within the circle of Xiao Ming's arms. Pressed close together, they could clearly feel each other's rapid heartbeats and scorching body heat. The temperature of the pool water seemed to have risen slightly.

Instinctively, Yu Linglong placed her hands against Xiao Ming's chest, wanting to push away the suffocating confinement. However, her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree before Xiao Ming. That feeble resistance seemed less like defiance and more like coy reluctance, making her even more alluring. She lifted her head, her panicked, helpless eyes meeting Xiao Ming's deep, abyss-like gaze, now burning with dark fire. In that instant, her father's heavy expectations, the future fate of the Family, and the overwhelming power of the man before her who controlled everything flooded over her like icy tides. The hands that were still pushing lost their strength as if drained, softening, and in the end, they only rested there limply. She closed her eyes, her long, wet eyelashes sticking together, mingling with pool water as it slid down her cheeks.

On the other side, Yu Linlang's reaction was simpler and more direct. Xiao Ming's sudden move left her small mind blank. Her little hands tightly gripped the hem of her dress, her small face buried in the crook of Xiao Ming's neck, not daring to lift her head or move a muscle.

Xiao Ming paid no mind to this. He slowly lowered his head, his scorching breath first brushing over Yu Linglong's ear and the side of her neck. Feeling her instant tension and slight softening, even hearing the faint chattering of her teeth, Xiao Ming gave a wicked smile.

Then, he turned his head, almost pressing against Yu Linlang's pretty face, and let out a soft sigh.

Instantly, Yu Linlang's delicate body trembled as if electrocuted! That scorching breath seemed to explode from her earlobe, spreading throughout her entire body. She only felt a 'buzz' in her head; what little thinking ability she had left was completely wiped clean, turning into a blank slate. The little hands gripping her collar subconsciously loosened. Her tense body seemed to instantly lose all its strength, leaving her to collapse weakly into Xiao Ming's solid embrace.