After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

"Xie Jinchen, you deliberately lured me here!" Jiang Dusheng gently pushed his shoulder away, the muscles under his palm firm and hot.

In the struggle, she brushed against his firm abdomen, and both of them froze for a moment.

Xie Jinchen groaned and hugged her even tighter.

A hand slipped inside her soaked clothes, its palm resting on the smooth skin of her lower back, and slowly moved upwards.

Jiang Dusheng trembled all over, his breathing completely disordered.

The sensation of fingertips gliding across my back was terrifyingly clear, carrying warm water, and every movement felt like setting a fire.

Clothes had become an obstacle, clinging to my body wetly, heavy and sticky.

He found the belt around her waist and slowly untied it, causing her outer garment to fall loosely, revealing her equally wet, plain white undergarment.

She could clearly feel the scorching threat emanating from the dragon through the thin, damp clothes between them.

They were pressed tightly together, separated only by fabric, without a single gap.

As Xie Jinchen's kisses moved down her neck, the awakened dragon, through her wet clothes, exerted a tormenting force.

Jiang Dusheng would occasionally raise her head, and Xie Jinchen would lick and nibble at her chin, following her movements as she raised her head, always kissing her chin.

Xie Jinchen suddenly lowered his head and bit open the ties of Jiang Dusheng's inner garment.

The fabric slipped off his shoulders, the undulating areas trembling and exposed to the warm, humid air, before being swallowed into his burning mouth.

Jiang Dusheng gasped, his toes curling up underwater.

A surge of pleasure coursed through her spine, causing her to involuntarily arch her back.

The water surface rose and fell with the movement, and the bubbles burst, making a soft, crackling sound.

His hand reached down.

Jiang Dusheng tensed up, his legs instinctively trying to close together, but were pushed apart by his knee.

"Relax," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot, and he deepened the kiss by cradling the back of her head with his other hand.

She groaned softly, her body trembling slightly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar intrusion.

The hot water made everything slippery and soft. She gasped sharply, her nails digging into his shoulder.

"Xie Jinchen..." she called out to him in a hoarse voice, whether it was urging or resisting, it was hard to tell.

Xie Jinchen suddenly stopped at this moment, and only bit her earlobe lightly, leaving a slight tingling sensation.

His hot breath brushed against the nape of her neck, his voice low and husky, carrying a hint of settling scores:

"Jiang Dusheng, you said today that I'm something nobody wants..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Dusheng forced out the words through gritted teeth: "Xie Jinchen..."

"Hmm?" he replied casually, his movements almost imperceptible.

"You...bastard..." she cursed at him, but her voice had no power whatsoever.

Xie Jinchen let out a low, hoarse laugh, giving her no chance to catch her breath. The hot water was pushed open wildly, making a splashing sound.

Jiang Du gasped sharply, the sensory stimulation building up to a terrifying level. Her vision went blank, and all her screams were muffled back.

In a chaotic and intense whirlpool of sensation, she vaguely heard him respond indistinctly, his hot breath burning her lips:

"Yeah, I'm a bastard."

The next morning, a soft light cast pale shadows inside the room.

When Jiang Dusheng woke up, he was still somewhat groggy from waking up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Xie Jinchen sitting by the bed, holding the portrait of the female ghost she had drawn the night before, looking at it intently.

Hearing the rustling behind him, Xie Jinchen turned around, turned the drawing paper in his hand toward her, and touched the abstract and distorted face of the woman in the drawing with his fingertips, his tone deliberate: "This... you drew this last night?"

Jiang Dusheng sat up, his long black hair slightly disheveled and draped over his shoulders. His nightgown was loose, revealing a small patch of his fair collarbone.

She wasn't fully awake yet, and upon hearing this, she looked at him with some confusion: "What? Is there a problem?"

She didn't have high expectations for her painting skills, but she believed she had captured some of the spirit of the female ghost.

Xie Jinchen tapped the twisted lines with his fingertips again, his thin lips slightly pursed, as if he was trying to find the right words.

He looked up at Jiang Dusheng, then looked back down at the paper, and finally managed a weak assessment: "Daoist Master...you have good skill."

He paused, then added in a steady voice, "If you call it scribbles, it's both in form and spirit."

Jiang Dusheng: "..."