Bathroom Cling
Shi Luoyin's fingers lightly trace through the water, as if caressing nonexistent piano keys, stirring up ripple after ripple.
She leans forward, warm water cascading down her body, making her skin gleam even smoother and purer.
One hand gently strokes her shoulder, seeking that elusive warmth, then drifts slowly downward, sinking into the water and sending out fresh ripples.
Her thoughts float away with the steam, drifting into the distance as she recalls Lin Zimo's handsome face, his solid chest, and the "big stick" she accidentally brushed against...
All her fatigue seems swept away by the bathtub's rising steam and fragrant breeze. In this moment, she feels free. She feels blissful.
…
In the adjacent guest bedroom.
Lin Zimo first settles into the lounge chair on the balcony, sipping tea and admiring the night view for a spell.
He vaguely catches muffled humming and hawing from next door—Shi Luoyin, sounding restless.
Only then does he step into the bathroom, where warm water sprays from the showerhead.
The water pours over his perfectly honed physique, his muscles glistening with a healthy sheen under the steamy light, radiating an irresistible allure.
His broad shoulders flow into smooth, sculpted lines—like Michelangelo's David, the textures of his muscles teasingly visible beneath damp skin.
His short hair clings to his scalp; a quick towel rub, and the wet strands shimmer in the vapor.
Just as Lin Zimo finishes rinsing off.
Suddenly.
"Bang... crash, clatter—" A cacophony of objects tumbling echoes from the master bedroom next door.
Lin Zimo's instincts scream trouble. He wraps a towel around his waist and hurries over.
"Luoyin, you okay?" Lin Zimo reaches Shi Luoyin's master bath door, knocks, and calls out.
Inside the bathroom, the floor is chaos—bottles and jars scattered everywhere.
Shi Luoyin sits in agony on the slick tiles, letting out a cute, pained whimper.
"Ow! My butt hurts so bad!" Tears well up from the pain.
She'd just finished soaking and rinsing, reaching for a towel, when her foot slips out from under her. Her body loses balance in an instant.
She flails to grab something—anything—but it's too late.
She topples the essential oil and shampoo rack, crashes to the bathroom floor butt-first. The sharp pain shoots through her like lightning.
Lin Zimo hears the teary whimper laced with her soft cry, his worry spiking.
"You alright? Can you come out?"
Shi Luoyin hears his concerned voice and tries to stand, but the pain pins her in place.
Her eyes grow misty; she fights back the tears, but the agony overwhelms her.
Unable to hold back, she sobs out with watery eyes, "Wu wu, Lin Zimo, I fell right on my tailbone. I can't get up... can't get out."
Hearing that pitiful, whiny cry, Lin Zimo suggests, "Want me to come in and carry you out?"
Shi Luoyin blurts, "Okay!"
Then it hits her—she's buck naked. "Wait!" she yelps quickly.
"Click—" Lin Zimo twists the door open, a fresh fragrance wafting out.
The next instant, her protest stops him cold. He pauses mid-push. "Got it."
Shi Luoyin eyes the towel and robe hanging out of reach. She stretches, but it's too far—hopeless.
Around her on the floor: nothing but the messy scatter of bottles. No cover in sight.
And she's stark naked.
Shi Luoyin freezes. What now?
She adores Lin Zimo, sure, but they've only known each other a dozen hours. Flashing everything feels... off.
Yet the wet tiles cool as the steam fades, and her butt throbs worse by the second. She needs out, fast.
Her body, already pale from pain, now flushes deep pink with extreme shyness—every inch of her glowing rosy.
"L-Lin... Lin Zimo, y-you... come in..." Her voice trembles, a shy, stuttering sweet-girl squeak.
Lin Zimo catches that adorable, bashful call. "Coming in."
He pushes the door and steps inside.
The next second.
Lin Zimo stands stunned, utterly transfixed by the scene.
Amid the messy milky-white marble floor.
The girl's fair, exquisite face frames damp black hair clinging to her cheeks. Below her snowy neck, her collarbone peeks teasingly.
Strands drape over sleek shoulders, spilling forward to veil her pair of plump, snow-white breasts.
Her graceful curves mesmerize, water droplets sparkling like jewels in the light.
Her crystalline skin shimmers porcelain-smooth under the glow—like a ripe peach, dripping temptation.
Her cheeks bear a faint flush from the hot water, like the sunset's lingering blush on the horizon.
But what shocks Lin Zimo most: Shi Luoyin fell backward into a seated sprawl.
Now she faces him dead-on, hands braced behind her, long fair legs splayed wide in an M, perched on the slick marble.
Hurt butt means she can't sit properly—just props herself on hands and thighs.
The lush, verdant paradise between—Lin Zimo takes it all in. The visual punch hits like a critical strike.
Shi Luoyin sees him barge in and gawk like an idiot. Shy and mortified, she trembles as she shouts,
"Lin Zimo! Stop staring like a dummy! Hurry and carry me out!"
Always so delicate, her voice now wraps in teary whimpers from the pain, her pretty eyes brimming with crystalline tears.
Pampered from birth, she's rarely hurt—super pampered. This fall wrecked her.
Lin Zimo snaps to, averts his gaze. "Right."
He snatches a white towel from the rack, hurries to her side, and drapes it over her quivering form.
Then he bends his knees, slides one strong arm under her shoulder blades. Shi Luoyin's tender hands finally relax from propping the floor, clutching the towel nervously instead. She drops her gaze, too shy and flustered to meet his eyes.
She loves how he looked away fast and toweled her up proper.
With one effortless heave, Lin Zimo scoops her into a princess carry.
"Hiss—ow ow ow—easy—!" Shi Luoyin gasps as the shift tugs her injury.
"I'll go slow." Lin Zimo carries her out with gentle care.
The towel's a single sheet, covering only her front. Her back—soft, smooth skin—presses bare against him.
Her petite, fragrant, yielding body curls tight into his solid, broad chest.
Lin Zimo rushed over in worry, no time for clothes—just the towel low on his hips.
His upper body? Bare.
Pasted skin-to-skin like this, a strange, electric intimacy sparks between them in an instant.