Dashing Student-Chapter 684: Passion in the Bathroom

Shen Qinglan's appearance caught Chen Nan off guard.

His heart suddenly raced, as if thousands of horses were galloping in his chest.

His Adam's apple unconsciously bobbed up and down, and his breathing became hot and rapid, condensing into white mist in the chilly bathroom air.

Shen Qinglan's voice was as thick as honey, with a slight upward tilt at the end: "What, are you afraid I'll look?"

She leaned against the door frame, her slender fingers twirling around a strand of falling hair.

The affectionate glow in her eyes flickered mischievously, her eye corners tinted with a faint blush, like peach blossoms touched by dew in March.

Chen Nan's gaze was magnetically drawn, unable to look away.

Droplets slid down his tense abs, reflecting a honeyed glow under the light.

As he unconsciously puffed out his chest, the shadow at his collarbone clearly ebbed and flowed with his breath.

Shen Qinglan's gaze deepened abruptly.

She lightly bit her lip, her silky black hair sliding off her shoulders, accentuating her skin as fair as freshly fallen snow.

The thin strap of her black camisole dress quivered lightly on her delicate collarbone with her sharp breaths.

"Do you want me to help you?" she breathed orchid-like, her fingertips slowly sliding down the door frame.

The hem of her skirt rippled with her movement, revealing the lace border at the root of her thigh, teasingly hidden.

As the camisole dress slipped down her graceful curves, it was like a night-blooming cereus unfurling in the dark, every inch of her skin glistening with a pearly sheen.

Chen Nan's pupils suddenly constricted.

The full snow peaks quivered gently with her breathing, the two cherry tips standing quietly in the cold air.

The hollow of her waist cradled a handful of shadows, below which the sudden bloom of her hipline was barely hidden by the transparent black lace over the most seductive landscape.

The string of reason snapped at that moment.

Chen Nan clasped her slender wrist and pressed her against the tiled wall, the cold surface making Shen Qinglan cry out softly.

He lowered his head and captured those rosy lips, his tongue prying open her teeth for a deep entrance.

Shen Qinglan's response was fervent, almost fierce, her nails deeply engraved into the grooves of his back muscles, leaving crescent-shaped red marks on his bronze skin.

Her legs entwined his waist like vines, the rough lace panties grazing Chen Nan's taut belly.

As his palm settled on the two soft mounds, the whiteness spilling between his fingers starkly contrasted with the calluses on his palm.

Shen Qinglan arched her head back with a whimper, her neck curving in a graceful arc, like a dying swan.

"Ah... you here..." Chen Nan's thumb ground heavily over the blooming bud at the top, eliciting her violent shudder.

His other hand slid along the spine's groove into the hidden valley, his fingers instantly soaked by the warm spring tide.

Shen Qinglan's waist wriggled in his grasp, like a fish out of water, the black lace long since soaked into transparency, clinging to her plump seam.

When his middle finger suddenly pierced in, Shen Qinglan's scream shattered against the bathroom walls.

The inner wall's writhing frequency was astonishingly fast, layering and kneading his fingers as if to melt the bones. Chen Nan mischievously curled his knuckles, precisely finding that subtly protruding soft spot.

"Enough... enough..." Shen Qinglan's pleading was fragmented, teardrops welling at the corner of her eyes.

Her body suddenly tensed like a fully drawn bow, her toes curling against Chen Nan's rear waist.

Transparent love fluid dripped from his wrist, splashing into tiny flowers on the tiled floor.

Chen Nan withdrew his fingers, the silver strands stretching into thin lines at his fingertips.

He deliberately held the damp fingers up to her eyes: "Baby, you're practically..." His words were cut off as Shen Qinglan lunged to bite his Adam's apple, her voice hoarse with desire: "Husband, hurry up and fuck me..."

The swollen desire had long been clamoring to break free.

Chen Nan cupped her buttocks, maliciously grinding at the entrance.

Shen Qinglan, in her urgency, poked his calf with the tip of her high heel, yet let out a small beast-like whimper when penetrated.

Her insides were scalding like lava, each withdrawal drawing out crystalline honeyed fluid, the lewd sound of water slapping echoed at their junction.

Amidst the "splurt" sounds, Shen Qinglan's moans gradually tinged with a sob.

Her fingertips scratched blood marks on Chen Nan's back, the snowy breasts swaying into dizzying waves with each thrust.

When Chen Nan suddenly lifted her buttocks to carry her, the weightless sensation made Shen Qinglan gasp and tighten around him, the contraction of her inner walls nearly making Chen Nan surrender then and there.

"Gonna die... husband... I want..." Her confession broke apart with each thrust, her long hair tracing chaotic lines against the wall.

Chen Nan suddenly exerted force to press her against the mirror, the coldness of the mirror surface tensing Shen Qinglan all over.

From this angle, the reflected image of their glistening junction was clearly visible, making her curl her toes with shame.

The climax came quickly and fiercely.

Shen Qinglan's scream stuck in her throat, only able to emit rapid breaths.

Her body convulsed violently, a flood of love liquid gushing out, running down Chen Nan's thighs.

This stimulation made Chen Nan unable to hold back any longer, pouring scorching lava into her trembling depths.

In the aftermath, they slid down onto the damp floor tiles.

Shen Qinglan leaned powerlessly against Chen Nan's chest, listening to his drum-like heartbeat.

Her fingertips circled on his sweat-drenched chest, her voice still carrying the languor of after-intimacy: "This time... was even crazier than last time..."

Chen Nan chuckled softly, kissing away the sweat on her collarbone, his hand lingering on her supple waist.

The steaming mist blurred the mirror in the bathroom, yet it couldn't conceal the room's full spring light.

Shen Qinglan leaned weakly against Chen Nan's chest, her breath still rapid, her body still slightly trembling.

Chen Nan's palm gently stroked her smooth back, feeling her delicate skin and warm body heat.

"Baby, are you okay?" Chen Nan asked softly, his voice tinged with concern.

Shen Qinglan did not answer, only gently shook her head, her fingers still tightly clenching Chen Nan's shoulders, as if to merge him into her own body.

Their breaths gradually melded together, the mist in the bathroom enveloping again, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeat echoing in the air.

Shen Qinglan suddenly lifted her head, her gaze tinged with shyness and anticipation: "Chen Nan, I want to take a bath with you."

"Sure!" Chen Nan readily agreed to Shen Qinglan's proposal. For him, bathing together with such an exquisite female star was a blessing from a past life!

While Chen Nan and Shen Qinglan were enjoying their couple's bath, Wu Qiong in the East Wing felt as if she were being incinerated.

The reason was simple, the soundproofing in the clinic's building was not good, and she could clearly hear the sounds Chen Nan and Shen Qinglan made while making love.

For her, this unwed young woman, it was an immense torment!

Meanwhile.

Wang Ergou also panted heavily as he returned to Huichun Hall, nervously addressing Zhang Zhicheng: "Master, something's wrong, Chen Nan has healed Wu Qiong."

Zhang Zhicheng was reading a book, and upon hearing this, he suddenly stood up, his pupils trembling violently: "What? Such serious injuries and he can heal them?"