The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A8 C227: Jealousy in the Wind

Baili Duyue didn't expect Sang Feiwan to make such a move, and for a moment, he was taken aback. Instinctively, he grabbed Sang Feiwan's shoulder, feeling that the posture was somehow not quite right, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly felt off. He furrowed his brows and asked, "When did I, as the City Lord, say that I wanted you to assist with bathing?"

Sang Feiwan stopped by the bath, looked at Baili Duyue, and gently released him. Casually, he shifted the blame, saying, "It was all the steward's orders. He said that not only should I serve the City Lord tea and water, but also assist in bathing, changing clothes, and warming the bed..."

Sang Feiwan met Baili Duyue's gaze, paused for a moment, and then, somewhat embarrassed, lowered his head, saying, "Warming the bed and arranging the covers..."

With those words, the atmosphere became strangely awkward. Baili Duyue turned around, his face flushed, scolding, "Nonsense! Do you believe whatever he says?!"

Sang Feiwan showed no signs of panic. He silently approached Baili Duyue from behind. In this position, it looked like he had embraced him. He sighed softly, "Feiwan is of humble status, just a servant in the City Lord's residence. Naturally, I follow whatever the steward says..."

Sang Feiwan's hands slowly passed through Baili Duyue's waist. His slender fingertips entwined with the crimson sash, and he rested his chin on the other's shoulder. The warm breath sprayed on Baili Duyue's neck, causing a subtle itching sensation. Satisfied, he saw Baili Duyue's white earlobes gradually blush. "This is the first time Feiwan has assisted the City Lord in changing. If there are any inadequacies, please forgive me, City Lord..."

After speaking, his fingertips lightly moved, and the belt instantly unraveled.

Baili Duyue's body stiffened, and he subconsciously held Sang Feiwan's hand, sounding flustered, "There's no need for you to assist here. Step back."

Sang Feiwan pretended to be worried, "Is the City Lord finding Feiwan stupid..."

Baili Duyue threatened coldly, "If you don't step back, believe that this City Lord can now use a restraining spell to make you soak in the pool for three days and nights!"

Sang Feiwan couldn't help but laugh at the threat, thinking about the punishment. The water in that pool was full of spiritual energy. Not to mention the benefits for cultivators, even mortals could enjoy longevity after soaking. Baili Duyue's attempt to intimidate was quite feeble, he might as well be skinned.

But he was just teasing and had no intention of actually assisting Baili Duyue in bathing. Smirking, he slowly took two steps back, "Alright, Feiwan will withdraw behind the screen. If the City Lord has any instructions, just summon me directly."

With a light chuckle, he turned and retreated behind the screen.

Baili Duyue initially wanted Sang Feiwan to leave the main hall, but he didn't expect him to only step behind the screen. Thinking that they couldn't see each other anyway, if he insisted, it might make him seem petty. After a moment of hesitation, he decided not to dwell on such trivial matters.

Separated by a folding screen, neither of them could see the other.

Baili Duyue efficiently shed his clothing, tossing his outer robe aside. His robust physique was laid bare in the air, with smooth and attractive muscle contours, resembling a wild beast lying in wait in the jungle. His silver-white hair cascaded beyond his waist. His gaze fell upon the screen Sang Feiwan was hiding behind, seemingly lost in thought. Then, retracting his gaze, he leisurely stepped into the perennially warm spirit pool.

"Splash—"

Sang Feiwan stood behind the screen, hearing the enticing sound of water from behind him. He speculated that Baili Duyue was probably already bathing. He lowered his eyes to his own palm—