Wife? Maybe Xixue wouldn’t be a bad choice

Having finished, Xi Xue led the way ahead while Lan Ruobing followed behind, secretly smiling.

Thinking about how Xi Xue had just been left speechless, she couldn’t help but laugh.

This was the first time she had gotten the better of Xi Xue, and it lifted her mood quite a bit.

As they walked, her gaze drifted to Xi Xue’s waist wrapped in a soft white bath towel, and she fell into a daze.

That slender waist swayed gently with each step, almost like a dance, her figure graceful and captivating—it completely drew her in.

Given Xi Xue’s mischievous personality, once they got into the bath, she would probably get her revenge, right?

Her thoughts began to wander.

She started imagining what Xi Xue would look like in the bath, and before she knew it, her throat felt dry and she swallowed unconsciously.

But she quickly caught herself and shook her head.

Why am I having these thoughts about her body? We’re both girls…

Well, she was still a guy yesterday.

So… craving her body… is that normal?

A jolt went through Lan Ruobing’s heart.

‘Couldn’t I find a girl to be my wife and live together in the future?’ she wondered.

Her thoughts swayed gently, mirroring the soft, cotton-white form before her.

The soft, cotton-white waist, slender and alluring, swayed enticingly.

It made one instinctively desire to reach out, grasp it from both sides, and still its gentle movement.

Through the cotton-white bath towel, she could intimately sense its delicate softness and the vitality that rose and fell with each breath.

Unbeknownst to her, Lan Ruobing’s mind began to wander, her breathing growing heated.

She couldn’t help but imagine a passionate entanglement with Xi Xue.

Sweat-dampened hair, stormy embraces, and a complete surrender to tenderness.

“Gulp.” She swallowed hard, her inner desires stirring.

“Perhaps Xi Xue wouldn’t be bad at all,” she murmured, recalling her past secret crush on Xi Xue.

“What did you say?” Xi Xue suddenly responded, turning around.

Her ink-dark eyes sparkled, clear and bright like a summer night’s sky.

They seemed to be brimming with anticipation.

Lan Ruobing’s face flushed. She quickly waved her hands. “Cough, cough, cough! Nothing, nothing at all!”

“Hmm?” Xi Xue stared into Lan Ruobing’s eyes, her gaze full of suspicion.

Lan Ruobing’s eyes darted away, unwilling to meet her gaze.

After a moment of suspicious scrutiny, Xi Xue suddenly chuckled. “Look at you, all scared. I just asked casually. I’m not even sure if I heard anything myself.”

With that, she turned and pushed open the large door at the end of the corridor.

A golden glow instantly poured out, revealing a breathtaking sight.

The spacious bath hall featured a path paved with pebbles, gleaming marble floors, marble support columns with golden edges, and a ceiling adorned with intricate dragon and phoenix carvings.

Flowing, golden floral chandeliers cast a platinum light, illuminating the bath hall in a dazzling, opulent splendor.

Lan Ruobing’s mouth hung slightly open in awe, her eyes sparkling with golden light.

It was the glitter of gold coins!

Money… money everywhere!

Lan Ruobing stared blankly at the dazzling gold filling the hall, her heart profoundly shaken.

“How is it? Not bad, right?” Xi Xue chuckled.

She had been quietly observing Ruobing’s every move, seeing the golden glint in Ruobing’s eyes clearly.

“Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm!” Lan Ruobing nodded vigorously, like a pounding mortar.

This was the home of a little rich lady! It was simply too wealthy!

Xi Xue watched Ruobing’s reaction with satisfaction, already plotting how to win her over.

Before long, they followed the pebble path to the escalator at its end.

Below the escalator, a five-meter-long, four-meter-wide bath pool lay, its water crystal clear.

The bottom was also paved with pebbles, and beside it was a wide, soft stone bath bed, perfect for a short nap.

Xi Xue briefly explained the bathing etiquette before she and Ruobing began to work together, filling and changing the water.

Finally, they added some floral essential oils and sprinkled pink flower petals.

In a short while, the bath pool was steaming, its floral fragrance wafting through the air.

Leaning against the pool wall, soaking in the water, she inhaled the faint, fresh floral scent.

She felt the wisps of steam caress her cheeks, and the warm bathwater provided a soothing massage, gradually easing away all her fatigue.

Her body completely relaxed, stretching and softening.

It was so comfortable, she didn’t want to move.

The two quietly soaked, not speaking, tacitly enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

It was as if they had escaped the world’s strife, with only comfort immersing their bodies and minds.