Chapter 3: Bathing the Goddess

  It's all stiff now, what's there to be afraid of! I muttered to myself as I continued to unbutton my shirt and then took the whole thing off.

  Her neck and shoulders formed a perfect curve. My fingers involuntarily slid down along this curve. After the hot water washed over her, her originally cold skin had gained some warmth, which was transmitted into my body through the touch of my fingers, all the way to my heart.

  I took a shower gel and dripped it on her body, applying it all over her skin.

  I'm saying, use bath flowers to smear all over her body.

  I dare not use my hands. I can even imagine that when my hand and her skin come into contact, with a layer of bath gel in between, it's incredibly stimulating. I'm not Liu Xiaohui, nor do I understand the secret methods of dual cultivation. All I know is that such a sensation would completely shatter my mental defenses.

  But when my hand, oh no, it was my bath flower, slid to a position slightly higher on her belly, the pair of white jade balls in front of her chest softly covered my wrist.

  Ah...

  My brain was electrified, as if countless electric currents were surging through it. This sensation was enough to shatter the last line of defense for all men. I was no exception, my heart contracted violently, and the blood in my body was probably flowing at a speed of over 120 kilometers per hour, with no speed limit signs.

  I was almost mechanically wiping her smooth belly for a long, long time, because I really didn't dare to touch her chest directly, and could only use this way to flirt with her, so that my heart could still accept it a little.

  Before she was rescued by me and regained consciousness, I absolutely cannot take advantage of her vulnerability and do something despicable. This is the bottom line I set for myself.

  Although, this bottom line is just a fart in other people's eyes - if someone bursts in at this time and sees me touching and wiping a cold corpse, I will be guilty of desecrating a corpse.

  As I thought, I gently wiped her chest with a bath towel. Every time I wiped, the small thing that looked like a cherry on top of a cream cake would jump up and down, shaking up and down, just like my current ECG. I closed my eyes tightly and relied on my sense of touch to wipe back and forth along her lines. Finally, I wiped her back once and rinsed with water.

  After washing my entire upper body, I was already drenched in sweat. The next part to be washed would probably be even more psychologically challenging.

  The wooden barrel was very deep, and unless I stuck my body in, it would be difficult to get her lower half. I had to stick both hands into her armpits, using force to lift her up, and carry her on my right shoulder. After being washed by the hot water, she was now extremely soft, and after her belly was pressed against my shoulder, her upper body hung down from my back like a ribbon. At this time, her buttocks were lightly swaying beside my face.

  His right hand was wrapped around her slender waist, his left hand grasped the wet pants at the back of her waist and pulled down, revealing her elastic buttocks which were still shaking slightly. I felt my eyes going black and almost fainted from lack of oxygen.

  At this time, half of the jade leg was also exposed. Women wear high heels not only to increase their height but also because of the shift in center of gravity, which adjusts their posture and makes it look better, stretching the thigh muscles and making them appear more slender and seductive. At this moment, Xiao Lü Qi's entire leg hung weakly, her thighs looking particularly slender, almost as thin as her knees, pure white like jade, soft to the touch.

  The phone rang at this time. Damn it, a call came at this time...

  Helpless, I carried Xiaoluo Qi like this, how could I put her back in the wooden bucket and go answer the phone? I hastily pulled down my pants, and with one pull, I took off the whole pair of pants. I casually threw the two clothes into the washing machine.

  I carried Xiaoluoqi like this, slowly crawling into the wooden barrel. The bottom of the barrel had fine lines, and it wasn't slippery at all. I applied the bath gel to my palms, gently applying it to her warm and jade-like leg skin.

  Later on, the phrase used by Ah Sa in a TV ad for Assam milk tea can be used to describe my mood at that time with just one word changed: "One hand smooth, encounter all good moods."

  This velvety touch, repeated rubbing, is like stroking the piano keys, unintentionally playing out a beautiful melody that resonates in your heart. This is the most beautiful melody, but also the most deadly melody. The current formed by this touch can burn out the last fuse in my brain at any time, and then I will go crazy and do something that makes me regret it forever.

  Especially, my hand only dared to move on her buttocks and the outside of her thighs, not daring to take a step further. The inside of the girl's thighs is a sensitive area, although she is now completely unconscious, touching these areas still gives me a feeling of teasing her, stimulating her, is this the rhythm of foreplay? This rhythm is exceptionally evil for me.

  Yeah, I know what you're thinking after reading this article. No need to say it out loud, I'm also doubting myself, am I really a man?

  If you're in doubt, recall your childhood. You wanted a sweet ice cream or a can of chilled Coke, or a delicate toy, and after thinking about it for days or weeks, your parents finally relented and bought it for you. Didn't you hesitate to eat or drink it? I once held an ice cream cone for an entire afternoon, refusing to open it no matter how my parents coaxed me. When I finally decided to open it, all that was left was a plastic bag of sugar water and a flat wooden stick. A friend of mine once gripped a chocolate his girlfriend gave him so tightly that it melted in his palm. I can understand him, and I believe you can too: the warmth of his palm was the temperature of love.

  Maybe I'm just naive.

  You might say that I'm just talking nonsense about "love" after seeing her only once. It's so easy to fall in love with someone, right? Do you know what kind of personality she has? I've heard a saying before, roughly meaning "A girl's appearance determines whether your feelings for her will start, and her personality determines how long your feelings for her can last". Love at first sight is never a myth. Everyone thinks differently, likes different things, and has different ways of doing things. Whether it's love at first sight or growing affection over time, only you yourself can truly feel whether you "love" or not. I think...I do.

  Maybe I'm superficial.

  But anyway, some hidden and secluded places that are prone to dirt accumulation still need to be cleaned...

  How to wash it?

  The moment I think of this issue, all the blood in my body accelerates its flow...

  I poured the shower gel into her butt crack, letting it flow slowly down the gap under the guidance of gravity. At this moment, my phone rang. I was annoyed and shouted: "Who the hell is this? Why are you calling again and again, aren't you annoying? Don't you know that I'm busy?"

  Finally, the phone stopped ringing. I put Xiaoluqi down from my shoulder, crawled out of the wooden barrel, and slowly massaged her feet. Each toe was like a crystal clear grape, hiding and seeking in the gaps between my fingers. These feet were the first part of her body that I saw when I pulled her out of the morgue, and they really intoxicated me. For ordinary men, feet in high heels are especially sexy; but for such a stunning woman, any part of her body in any pose is a perfect picture.

  It's almost done. I picked up the shower head and carefully washed her three times, inch by inch, then put it on my shoulder for a final rinse. I put down the toilet lid and let her sit on it, wiping her dry with a towel. Then I took off all my clothes except my underwear and threw them into the washing machine.

  I carried Xiao Luqi to the bed, covered her body with a quilt, blew dry her hair, and then found a set of my long-sleeved shirts and jeans for her to change into. Although the clothes were very loose on her, she didn't look like she was dead at all after changing; she just looked like she had gotten drunk and fallen asleep...

  May I say something tempting?

  It's really tempting...

  I suddenly remembered that there was still a piece of paper ash left in the bowl, which had been poured with water but not fed to her. At this point, I thought, "Let's treat a dead horse as if it were alive!" With that thought, I picked up the large sea bowl, found a straw, and first took a sip myself. Then, I pried open her mouth and poured the paper ash water into her mouth through the straw. After pouring in a bit, I held her up and sat her up, tilting her head back, allowing the paper ash water to flow down her esophagus. I repeated this process until all of the paper ash water had been poured in, and only then did I let out a sigh of relief. I sat next to her, staring blankly at her for a while, before carrying her into the icebox.