With that said, Pei Zhiyan picked up Song Ruotang horizontally and headed straight for the hot spring on the back mountain.
Before Song Ruotang could react, she had already been carried out of the courtyard by Pei Zhiyan. All the way, when the servants passed by, she shyly buried her head in Pei Zhiyan's arms.
"I... I was just joking..." Song Ruotang mumbled softly.
But Pei Zhiyan didn't stop walking. He bent down and got closer to her, saying in a low and hoarse voice, "I took it seriously."
Song Ruotang bit her lips. Her face was burning hot. She grabbed Pei Zhiyan's lapel and made a last struggle. "I haven't changed my clothes yet."
"I'll ask the servants to bring them." Pei Zhiyan lowered his head and said to her with a smile in his eyes.
Song Ruotang had nothing to say this time. Pei Zhiyan carried her straight to the back mountain. The hot spring was still shrouded in mist just like the last time Song Ruotang came here. The light gauze was floating, and the spring water was gurgling.
Pei Zhiyan put her down and then turned to instruct the servant beside him. "Go and get the madam's bathrobe."
The servant took the order and left. Song Ruotang then sat down on the chair beside. Pei Zhiyan sat down beside her. She was a little confused. "You change your clothes and go into the pool first. It's cold outside the pool."
Pei Zhiyan looked at Song Ruotang's slightly blushing face, slightly curved his lips. After thinking for a while, he still nodded. "Okay."
He walked around behind the screen. Song Ruotang watched Pei Zhiyan's shadow projected on the painting. He lowered his head and untied the belt of his outer robe, revealing his strong chest muscles. Although it was just a shadow, it still made Song Ruotang blush and her heart beat faster.
She lowered her eyes and shifted her gaze. Just then, the maid brought the bathrobe. Song Ruotang took a look. It was still the sheer silk blouse she wore before. She remembered the previous scene again. Her face burned. "Don't you have any other bathrobes?"
The maid shook her head. "There's only this set of clothes prepared here for the bathing pool."
Song Ruotang paused for a moment and then resignedly picked it up. She gently untied her belt and took off her thick winter clothes. Her graceful figure was revealed.
There were lights lit all around the pool. Pei Zhiyan could also see the scene of Song Ruotang changing clothes from here.
The light gauze around was blown up by the night wind. He watched Song Ruotang slowly put on the bathrobe and walked out from behind the screen. Pei Zhiyan's Adam's apple moved slightly. He still lowered his eyes and shifted his gaze.
Song Ruotang slowly walked behind him. She tested the water temperature with her toes. It seemed a bit hot. She shrank back a little. Pei Zhiyan was leaning against the edge of the pool, not looking at her. Song Ruotang hesitated for a while. He sighed. "I won't look at you."
This sentence made Song Ruotang feel relieved. She slowly stepped down the steps into the water.
The water that didn't reach her chest rippled. Pei Zhiyan looked at the reflection in the water. His eyes gradually darkened. A suppressed wave was surging in his eyes.
Song Ruotang was a bit far away from Pei Zhiyan. The water vapor was thick. She couldn't see his figure clearly. She could only vaguely see his strong upper body.
Although she had shared the same bed with Pei Zhiyan for a long time, this was the first time she had bathed with a man. She was extremely shy inside and didn't dare to look up at him.
"A Tang..." Pei Zhiyan suddenly called her softly. Song Ruotang gently bit her lower lip and still answered him. "What's wrong?"
As soon as her voice fell, she felt the water mist fluctuate. Pei Zhiyan's figure slowly approached her. It gradually became clear. She saw Pei Zhiyan's upper body covered with water droplets. Her face instantly turned red. She turned her face away and didn't look at him.
Pei Zhiyan got closer to her. Seeing her cheeks flushed and her eyelashes drooping, not knowing whether it was caused by the steaming water vapor or shyness, it stirred an impulse in his heart.
Song Ruotang's round and fair shoulders were exposed outside the water, tinged with a bit of light pink, looking extremely alluring. A few strands of her black hair hung down, wet by the water, sticking to her long and fair neck, dripping crystal water droplets.
The lotus-pink sheer silk bathrobe on her body was swaying wantonly in the water. She was like a Chinese flowering crabapple gently swaying in the wind. Only her snow-white delicate pistil in the middle was trembling slightly, so delicate that it seemed unbearable to hold. People couldn't help but sigh at her beauty and at the same time couldn't resist the urge to ravage her.
The darkness in Pei Zhiyan's eyes deepened. His voice was a bit low. He asked her softly, "Is the water temperature okay?"
Song Ruotang only felt that Pei Zhiyan's voice had a bewitching charm. It made the tips of her ears turn red. She shyly nodded. Pei Zhiyan then reached out his hand to her. "A Tang, come here."
Song Ruotang opened her big eyes and was a bit at a loss. But Pei Zhiyan gently hooked her little finger. Instead of scaring her rashly, he guided her step by step.
"It's okay. Come here." Pei Zhiyan comforted her.
Song Ruotang slightly tightened her fingers and still slowly leaned towards him. Pei Zhiyan gradually tightened his grip on her hand. The moment their skins touched, Song Ruotang felt like being on fire. She panicked and said, "I... I'll pour water on you..."
She picked up the small spoon beside the pool and was about to move. But Pei Zhiyan took it from her with a smile. "I should do this."
With that said, he turned Song Ruotang around. Then he picked up the small spoon, scooped up some water and let it flow down along her neck. When her cold skin touched the warm water, Song Ruotang trembled slightly. Pei Zhiyan saw her movement. He slowly hugged her from behind. His voice was a bit hoarse. "Are you cold?"
Feeling the strong and warm body behind her, Song Ruotang didn't dare to move. She shook her head with a blushing face. "Not cold..."
Pei Zhiyan slightly tightened his arms around Song Ruotang, making her closer to him. Song Ruotang was nervous. She only felt her heart beating very fast. Her face was like on fire.
Pei Zhiyan slightly lowered his gaze and could see Song Ruotang's neck and shoulders tinged with light pink. His Adam's apple moved slightly. He gently kissed her shoulder.
Song Ruotang's body trembled. She firmly suppressed the moan in her throat. But Pei Zhiyan didn't leave. Instead, he kissed all the way up, past her neck, earlobe, and finally stopped beside her ear. His voice was full of suppressed lust. "A Tang..."
The charming voice instantly snapped the tense string in Song Ruotang's heart. Pei Zhiyan's hand slowly moved down. The sound she had firmly suppressed couldn't help but leak out.
"Don't..."
This soft refusal seemed like a fuse. It instantly made Pei Zhiyan's breathing heavy. He tightened his arms and tightly hugged Song Ruotang from behind. His breath was unsteady. He leaned on her shoulder and gasped slightly.
The two were closely pressed together at this moment. After a long while, Pei Zhiyan slowly let go of his hand. His voice was full of self - restraint and unsubsided lust. "I won't force you..."
He took a deep breath, let go of his hand and turned around. Just now Song Ruotang was too tense. He knew she wasn't ready. He didn't want to force her to do something she didn't want to do.
Song Ruotang could feel Pei Zhiyan's self - restraint, but she didn't expect he could hold back.
Just when she was being carried towards the hot spring pool by Pei Zhiyan, she knew what would happen and was mentally prepared.
She watched Pei Zhiyan's back covered with water droplets. She slowly moved over and gently hugged him.
Pei Zhiyan's body paused. He looked back at her in surprise. Song Ruotang smiled slightly. "I understand."