The snake tail supported Jiang Qingli's lower back, lifting her up.
Ye Linyuan leaned down, following the path of the trickling water to kiss her.
They hadn't seen each other in days, so Ye Linyuan was inevitably eager.
Jiang Qingli let out a soft, complaining hum. Ye Linyuan paused, suppressed his restless passion, and slowed his movements.
As if soaking in warm water, Jiang Qingli closed her eyes in comfort.
...
Afterward, they were both in the bathtub.
The tip of his snake tail curled around the mouthwash on the vanity and brought it to Ye Linyuan's hand. He twisted the cap off and poured some into his mouth.
It was orange-flavored.
Ye Linyuan never used to like scented mouthwash. His senses were too acute, and he found the cloyingly sweet taste harsh.
But having used it so often at Jiang Qingli's place, Ye Linyuan had grown accustomed to it. He didn't find it so unpleasant anymore.
Because after rinsing his mouth, he could kiss Jiang Qingli.
