great-warnovel Chapter 46 Bathroom Silhouette! Looking at that waist through the screen, who could resist?!
Chapter 46 Bathroom Silhouette! Looking at that waist through the screen, who could resist?!
That night, the Qin family compound was destined to be a sleepless one.
Just moments ago, the scene in the main room was a life-or-death struggle for healing, but now the atmosphere has completely shifted to something even more suffocating—a chaotic scene in the bathroom.
The newly built shower room is in the corner of the backyard, which was originally a storage room.
Because of the rudimentary conditions, the place had not yet been fitted with a thick wooden door; only a newly pasted screen stood between the inner and outer rooms.
It's called a screen, but it's actually just a few bolts of plain white gauze that the vain fourth brother, Qin Yue, found somewhere and stretched them onto a wooden frame.
The bathroom was filled with steam.
The orange candlelight flickered in the inner room, casting an ambiguous glow over the entire space.
"Big brother, second brother, I'm going in."
Su Wan held her change of clothes, her little face flushed pink from the steam. She stood at the edge of the screen and glanced back at the two "door gods" guarding the entrance.
Qin Lie and Qin Mo sat upright.
One was like a black iron tower, holding a knife and guarding the left; the other was like a pale-faced scholar, pushing up his glasses and sitting on the right. Their stated reason was: to prevent a surprise attack by the wolves, they had to protect their sister-in-law's safety closely.
"Go." Qin Lie stared straight ahead, his voice firm, as if issuing a battle order: "We'll stay here. Just call if you need anything."
"Mm." Su Wan nodded and slipped behind the screen.
"Swish..." The sound of fabric rubbing together rang out. It was the sound of a belt being unbuckled.
Qin Lie, sitting outside, tensed up instantly.
He originally intended to close his eyes and rest, but the eyes of that martial artist seemed to have their own thoughts, uncontrollably drifting towards the screen.
A black silhouette slowly appeared on the white gauze.
First came the outer short jacket, which was casually draped over a rack. Then came the inner garment… As the layers of clothing were removed, the originally blurry figure became clearer and clearer, more and more… deadly.
What a curve it was! A neck so slender it seemed it would snap at the slightest touch. Rounded, delicate shoulders. And that incredibly thin waist, so slender it seemed one wanted to grab it with both hands…
A gulp. In the quiet bathroom, this swallowing sounded particularly loud.
Qin Lie suddenly grabbed the teapot on the table. It was stale, bitter tea that had long since gone cold. He didn't even pour a cup; he just tilted his head back and took a huge gulp straight from the spout!
"Glug glug—" The icy tea slid down his throat, trying to extinguish the ever-growing fire in his stomach. But this fire was a fire of the heart. The more he tried to extinguish it, the stronger it grew!
"Big brother, cold tea can upset your stomach," came the somber voice of the second brother, Qin Mo, from the side.
Qin Lie turned his head and almost laughed out of anger.
Qin Mo, a scholar who usually values propriety, integrity, and refrains from looking at anything improper, was now taking off his gold-rimmed glasses and frantically wiping the lenses with a velvet cloth.
Wipe it clean, put it on and see. Seemingly feeling it wasn't clear enough, take it off again, breathe on it, and continue wiping it vigorously.
Where was there even a trace of Confucian classics in those narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes? All that remained was the swaying waist on the screen!
"Shut up!" Qin Lie growled through gritted teeth. "If you keep wiping, you'll wear your lenses through!"
Qin Mo paused, then calmly put his glasses back on his nose, the lenses reflecting a sharp light in the candlelight: "The fog is too thick, I can't see clearly... No, it's to guard against assassins."
Just then, the sound of water came from behind the screen.
"Splash—"
Su Wan took a wooden ladle, scooped up warm water, and poured it over her shoulders.
Water droplets rolled down her jade-like skin and hit the floor with a crisp sound.
The shadow on the screen moved. She tilted her head slightly, gathered her long, wet hair with both hands, and pulled it behind her head. This movement caused the silhouette's chest to instantly rise, forming a breathtaking arc that sent shivers down one's spine!
Critical hit! This is practically a visual nuclear strike!
"Damn it." The handle of the teapot in Qin Lie's hand snapped with a "crack." He stood up abruptly, turned his back to the wall, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and his breathing was so heavy it sounded like he was working a bellows.
What you can't see is more alluring than what you can. The imagination is the most potent aphrodisiac.
His mind was filled with the image of Su Wan's pale wrist when he was treating the third brother's wounds, and the scent of soap and milk emanating from her. Now, that scent, mixed with the steaming heat, seeped out through the gaps in the screen, practically bewitching him!
"Sister-in-law..." Qin Mo sat in the chair, his hands gripping the fabric on his knees tightly, his knuckles white. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, his eyes fixed on the silhouette, as if he wanted to burn through the veil. He wanted to go in. He wanted to help her scrub her back. He wanted to tear that cumbersome veil to shreds and see with his own eyes how the water droplets flowed down her body...
[Beep! Strong "stalking" impulse detected (albeit passively)!]
[Target: Qin Lie, Qin Mo. Status: Consumed by lust + their patience has reached its limit!]
[Heart rate: 190...210...and still rising!]
[Congratulations, host! Your Heartbeat Farm has received "Steam" irrigation!]
Special drops unlocked in the bathroom scene: 1. One bottle of premium rose essential oil (a skincare essential, leaving your skin smooth and supple). 2. One blueprint for an automatic heated bathtub (never have to worry about the water getting cold again).
Just when the two men outside were about to be driven mad by this "shadow puppet show".
"Big brother? Second brother?" Su Wan's soft, sweet voice came from behind the screen, tinged with a languid, post-bath tone: "I accidentally...dropped the soap on the floor." "It's too slippery, I can't pick it up..." "Could you...bring me a new one?"
boom--!
Qin Lie and Qin Mo turned their heads simultaneously and exchanged a glance. Sparks seemed to fly and lightning flashed in the air.
Go in? To deliver soapberries? Go in now, and see that scene of water lilies emerging from the water... who can guarantee they'll still act like a human being?!
"I'll go!" Qin Lie, relying on his long legs, took a step forward and was about to rush inside. "I'm the eldest brother, if I don't go to hell, who will!"
"Wait." Qin Mo grabbed his arm, a glint of light flashing behind his glasses: "Big brother just killed a wolf, he's covered in blood, don't offend sister-in-law."
"I'll go. I'm a scholar, my mind is at peace."
Calm my foot!
Just as the two were locked in a stalemate and were about to have a full-blown fight at the bathroom door.
"Squeak—" The small door next to the screen opened.
Su Wan, wrapped in a large men's bathrobe (which was Qin Lie's old clothes), walked out barefoot.
Her long, wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, still dripping water. Her small face, flushed pink from the steam, resembled a ripe peach. The wide neckline couldn't conceal her delicate collarbones; instead, it made her even more alluring.
Holding the slippery soapberry in her hand, she looked innocently at the two red-faced, burly men at the door: "Huh? What are you doing?" "I already picked it up."
Qin Lie: "..." Qin Mo: "..."
The two powerful men deflated instantly, like punctured balloons.
Qin Lie frowned as he looked at her bare feet on the wet ground, then walked over without a word and scooped her up in his arms!
"The ground is cold." His voice was hoarse, his arms stiff as iron, yet he carefully avoided letting his filthy armor touch her skin: "Go back inside. I'll have Fourth Brother bring you some ginger soup."
These men...
He was clearly craving it so badly, but he insisted on pretending to be a virtuous gentleman.
……
That night, someone was destined to take a cold shower. And more than one.