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"Scrub my back..."

Yuyan stood at the doorway, gently biting her lip, her beautiful eyes flashing with hesitation.

If she truly saw Yino as a brother, then helping him scrub his back wouldn't be anything particularly out of line.

Yet just thinking about it made Yuyan's heart race uncontrollably.

Was she really overthinking things?

"But I don't have a washcloth here..."

After some deliberation, Yuyan politely declined.

For so many years, she had lived alone, slept alone, bathed alone...

Yuyan was truly a contradictory woman. On one hand, she despised those who were set in their ways and unwilling to improve in their cultivation. But now that she had reached a crucial point, Yuyan was reluctant to step out of her own comfort zone.

"It's fine, Senior Sister. I brought a washcloth!"

Outside the door, the young man sitting in the bath with his back to Yuyan suddenly spoke up again.

At the same time, he bent down searching for something, then, like Doraemon, abruptly pulled out a washcloth from his crotch area.

"Why would you specifically bring a washcloth when coming to Ranmo Peak?"

Yuyan watched his silhouette through the door, at a loss for words.

Yino shrugged his shoulders and started spouting nonsense with a straight face:

"Senior Sister, your cultivation is high, you've already entered the immortal path. Your body can stay clean even without bathing... But for a mortal like me, that's not possible. Of course I have to bring bathing tools when I go out!"

"Alright, wait a moment."

Behind the bathroom door, the maiden was finally persuaded by Yino. She agreed faintly and then turned to leave. Yino turned around to observe Yuyan's silhouette behind the door, guessing that she had probably gone to change clothes.

-What would she change into?-

-Wrap herself in a towel? Or pajamas?-

Whoosh—

Just as Yino's mind was full of imaginary outfit changes, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Yino looked intently and saw a stunningly beautiful woman standing before him, holding a silver hairpin, with her long sleeves and dress tied up.

"What's wrong?"

Yuyan raised an eyebrow slightly, curious about Yino's stare.

She looked down at herself, not feeling there was anything wrong with her outfit. The only thing that might attract Yino's attention was that her long dress was tied up, revealing her black stockinged thighs that were usually hidden under her skirt.

"No, nothing. I thought Senior Sister might change into some kind of bathrobe..."

Yino said it was nothing, but his eyes were fixed on the black stockings.

Yuyan sighed, already used to it:

"Why would I change into a bathrobe to scrub your back?"

She walked forward, smoothed out the hem of her skirt behind her, then gracefully knelt by the edge of the bath.

After that, Yuyan put the slender silver hairpin in her mouth and used both hands to re-tie her black hair at the back of her head.

"Here..."

At some point, Yino noticed that his Senior Sister's hair-tying motion had become a bit stiff. Years of experience helping his aunt do her hair made Yino almost instinctively reach out to take the silver hairpin from Yuyan's mouth and hand it to her.

Yuyan didn't say anything, just continued to secure her tied-up hair with the silver hairpin.

In fact, Yino could tell that although Yuyan had beautiful hair, she wasn't very skilled at styling it. Usually, she would just simply comb it and let it fall straight down her back to her waist.

Yino didn't have the courage to offer to do her hair, after all, Yuyan had already finished tying it up. He thought that next time he had the chance, he'd try asking her if she wanted to try out the skills he had developed over years of being trained by his aunt.

More time passed.

Yino lay entranced at the edge of the bath, but as Yuyan finished tying her hair and silently stared at him, Yino suddenly remembered the task at hand and hurriedly handed the washcloth to Yuyan.

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"Sit up here, you're too far away for me to reach."

Yuyan knelt in front of Yino and spoke softly, while also slipping the washcloth onto her left hand.

Yino obediently stood up from the bath, checked that the towel was securely wrapped around his lower body, then leaned against the edge, presenting his bare back to her.

Yuyan didn't say much and silently began scrubbing his back. Her touch wasn't too hard, but since it was his first time being scrubbed, Yino didn't dare make a sound. He just sat there in front of his Senior Sister, enjoying this hard-earned kneeling back-scrubbing service.

"Your shoulder here..."

When she scrubbed his shoulder, Yuyan couldn't help but speak up curiously.

Yino shrugged his shoulders, asking in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"....."

Yuyan didn't respond, she just leaned forward, bringing her face closer, while also gently caressing with her other hand that wasn't wearing the washcloth. She examined for a while, and finally said with some suspicion: "Why are there a row of teeth marks on your shoulder... And it seems there are some on your neck too."

"!--!"

At these words, Yino suddenly tensed up, thinking of a certain little foxgirl that had hugged him and bitten him repeatedly in the forest.

"Oh, that... It must be injuries left when Gu Wanglan was chasing to kill me."

"Bullshit! Was Gu Wanglan chasing you to bite you?"

"Who says he wasn't? He was almost like a mad dog..."

"Yino, don't treat me like an idiot."

After several arguments, Yuyan was the first to sigh faintly, no longer pursuing the matter.

She lowered her gaze, ignoring the two bite marks, and said casually: "If there are some private matters you don't want to talk about, your Senior Sister isn't so tactless as to keep asking."

"...?"

At some point, Yino suddenly sensed a faint air of coldness and disappointment in the atmosphere.

He turned to look back, but before he could see her face, Yuyan turned his head forward again.

"Don't move around while I'm scrubbing your back."

Yuyan's tone lost some of its gentleness, becoming more businesslike.