Zhao Changhe had taken off his shirt earlier when Dragon Bird retrieved the items. The soaked fabric could not be left clinging to his body in this weather, so he was now bare-chested.0

At present, Lady Three rested limply against Zhao Changhe’s left arm, her whole body leaning helplessly into his bare chest. The fabric around her lower body and arms had been torn away, leaving her largely exposed, with the upper part of her clothing barely holding together—a mere semblance of modesty that was hardly more than an illusion. Their skin pressed directly against one another, unimpeded by the thin remnants of her garments.0

Zhao Changhe’s right hand moved along her ribcage, applying the ointment, his touch occasionally “accidentally” brushing against her chest. Lady Three’s cheeks flushed red and she turned her head away in silence.0

Even with Cui Yuanyang, whom Zhao Changhe had already established a relationship with, they had never been in such an intimate position—the circumstances had never really allowed it. And despite the apparent closeness he had with Tang Wanzhuang, he had never gone beyond fondling her over her clothes. Whenever he tried to go further, she resisted, shying away in embarrassment, refusing to let him go any further.1

Yet here was Lady...0