Zhao Tian stood at the edge of the hot spring with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
Water still clung to his skin and white hair.
In front of him, Yan Zijin had just stepped out of the spring.
She stood completely naked on the smooth stone with steam rising faintly from her damp body.
Her long hair clung to her back and shoulders in wet strands.
Droplets traced slow paths down the curves of her breasts, over her stomach, and along her thighs.
He picked up a second dry towel.
Without asking, he stepped closer and began wiping her down.
He started at her shoulders, drawing the soft fabric across her skin, absorbing the water.
From there he moved down her arms, then across her collarbones.
Yan Zijin remained still with her arms slightly away from her sides, allowing him to dry her.
When the towel reached her chest, Zhao Tian cupped one full breast through the towel and gave it a soft squeeze.
The soft flesh compressed under his hand.
