Yan Zijin huffed softly as she moved to the small stool in the corner of the shower, sitting down with her back to him.
Her wet hair clung to her shoulders as the water traced delicate paths down her spine.
She glanced over her shoulder, "Well? Get to it, disciple."
Zhao Tian smiled, grabbing the soap from the nearby ledge and lathering it between his hands.
The scent of jasmine filled the air as he knelt behind her, his hands gliding over her back in slow strokes.
His fingers smoothed the soap into her skin, tracing the curve of her shoulders and the gentle dip of her spine.
"Like this, Master?" he asked as he pressed his palms firmly against her back, massaging the tension away.
"Hmm," Yan Zijin hummed, her head tilting forward slightly as she relaxed under his touch.
"Not bad… for a shameless disciple."
His hands moved with care, spreading the suds across her skin, but as he reached her sides, a smile appeared on his lips.
