Lingyun eased the strap of my bathing suit down my arm, watching the wet fabric slide over my skin as though he had accomplished something far more impressive than undressing a woman he had already seen naked before.
However, before he could reach for the second strap, Yuche caught his wrist and looked pointedly at the water dripping from Lingyun's body onto the cushions.
"You are soaking the couch," Yuche pointed out, although his concern for the furniture didn't stop him from leaning over me and pressing his mouth against mine.
Lingyun waited until Yuche lifted his head before looking down at the couch beneath us. "There are five wet people sitting here, but somehow, I am the only one being blamed. That feels unfair, even for this family."
