Seeing the silence settle over the bathhouse, Hua Yan quietly glanced at Yun Xuechang.
With just that one glance, she caught the faint blush on her face.
Xuechang… is she blushing?
So that means… my seduction is actually working?
For some reason, seeing Yun Xuechang’s rare display of shyness filled Hua Yan with delight.
Her earlier embarrassment quickly faded away.
Of course—since Xuechang does have feelings for me, and I’m good-looking and even know a bit of charm techniques, handling her should be easy!
Hua Yan couldn’t help but feel smug, a smile curling at her lips.
Still… better test things a bit more.
On the other side, Yun Xuechang closed her eyes.
She didn’t dare look at Hua Yan. She didn’t even know why she couldn’t look, nor where this restlessness came from.
Relying on the composure she had cultivated over a hundred years, she silently recited calming scriptures, forcing down the unfamiliar heat in her chest.
With her eyes closed, there was only darkness.
Yet the imagined outline became clearer.
The turmoil in her heart could not be erased so easily.
She frowned slightly, her expression tinged with discomfort as she struggled silently—when suddenly, her hand was gently taken by a pair of soft, damp hands.
“You’re already in here, so why are you just standing there? What are you thinking about with your eyes closed? You didn’t even respond to me.”
Hua Yan’s warm voice sounded close to her ear, ticklish.
Yun Xuechang opened her eyes to see Hua Yan’s radiant face right in front of her.
“I… was thinking whether bathing together might offend you.”
She answered honestly.
This blockhead…
Hua Yan almost laughed in exasperation.
I’ve already gone this far trying to seduce you—any other woman would’ve lost control by now! Only you would still be worrying about something like this!
But then again… this also proves she really is affected. She’s not completely dense after all.
Clearing her throat, Hua Yan continued:
“Ahem, we’re both women now, so what’s wrong with bathing together? Besides, I used to be a man—if anyone’s being inappropriate, it would be me. And we’re just bathing our daughter together. That’s… that’s normal!”
But for some reason, when Yun Xuechang opened her eyes and stared at her with those calm, deep red eyes, Hua Yan felt her embarrassment surge again.
She instinctively turned her head away, her gaze drifting, her face heating up.
Bathing together as women… that should be normal, right?
Yun Xuechang lowered her eyes in thought.
Yan’er is right. I’m the one being strange… thinking about kissing her in the bath…
“Yes, Yan’er is right. Let’s bathe Rongrong and let her rest early. It’s already late.”
She nodded, her voice returning to calm.
So you do remember me…
Over on the stool, Hua Xiangrong straightened up quickly when her name was mentioned, her face flushed red.
She had been secretly peeking through her fingers the whole time.
But still… being bathed by both moms after becoming a little girl… no matter how you think about it, it’s strange!
Sitting stiffly like a doll, she didn’t dare look at them as they washed her body and gently cleaned her hair.
Still… compared to Mother, Mom really seems to lack in certain areas…
The pink-haired girl secretly glanced at Yun Xuechang, then compared her to Hua Yan, letting her thoughts wander.
Since this body was created by combining both their strengths… when I grow up, will I be more like Mother or Mom in that regard?
She looked down at herself, already beginning to develop slightly, lost in thought.
Since it was late and Hua Xiangrong was already sleepy, Hua Yan and Yun Xuechang simply gave her a quick wash and rinsed themselves as well—during which there was, naturally, a shy battle of “not daring to look” and “secretly looking.”
They skipped soaking in the bath and carried their daughter back to her room.
“Xuechang, are these the clothes you picked for Rongrong?”
After tucking Hua Xiangrong into bed, Hua Yan raised an eyebrow at the winter outfit placed on a nearby chair.
“Yes. Is there something wrong?”
Yun Xuechang tilted her head slightly, not understanding why she was smiling so much.
“Hahaha… no, nothing…”
Hua Yan covered her mouth, trying not to laugh as they walked back to their room.
“You picked well, hahaha… I can’t wait to see Rongrong wearing it tomorrow…”
That night, in the bedroom—
As usual, Hua Yan took the initiative to slip into Yun Xuechang’s arms, letting herself be held.
After scheming all day and receiving that clumsy yet sincere answer from the one she loved, she felt completely satisfied.
Leaning against that slightly cool, softly fragrant body, she smiled faintly and soon fell asleep.
But Yun Xuechang could not sleep.
In the darkness, a pair of crimson eyes slowly opened.
She tried closing them again. But the faint floral scent from Hua Yan kept drifting into her nose; the slender waist in her arms and the soft warmth against her chest constantly reminded her—keeping her awake.
Why… is this happening?
She couldn’t understand.
In the past, holding Hua Yan always made her feel calm and comfortable.
But tonight, the more she held her, the hotter her heart felt.
The image from the bath kept resurfacing, lingering and refusing to fade.
She shifted slightly, uneasy.
I should recite the calming scripture again.
With that thought, Yun Xuechang closed her eyes once more and began reciting.
The scripture could calm the mind and suppress inner fire.
But how could it dispel the feelings of a young girl?
Even if she did not yet understand love and could suppress this budding desire for now, such emotions were like a rising flood—blocked for a time, but if not released, they would only build until they overflowed.
And one day, when she truly understood what love and desire were, and how to face the tangled emotions in her heart—
Perhaps then, the red-haired girl who had pulled this once-aloof fairy down from the clouds into the mortal world would finally understand…
what it meant to be the object of a fairy’s unwavering devotion, and what it meant to be loved so deeply it etched itself into the bones.