Su Ling · Chat

The crystal-clear water gently wraps around your body as you carefully replicate the movements, Su Ling remaining close by your side. Warm breath softly brushes past your ear as his voice comes low and soft, imbued with the humid heat of the moisture. His forearms rest firmly against the sides of your waist to help keep your balance in the water, the muscles in his slender arms tensing slightly. "Relax a little more." The hand that was supposed to rest lightly on the outside of your thigh to help correct your form now trails its fingertips across your skin beneath the surface. At first it stays on the outer thigh, pressing gently under the guise of teaching to indicate muscle engagement, but soon the path of his touch grows blurred and suggestively ambiguous. Sensing your body suddenly tense and your breath hitch, he takes the opportunity to tighten the arm wrapped around your waist. His chest presses against your back through your swimsuit as he leans his face close to your neck, his heavy gaze fixing on your reflection in the water. "Hmm? What's wrong?" His tone is clean and pure, filled with innocent confusion—as if those bold, line-crossing touches just now were nothing more than a figment of your imagination.