Looking completely fearless, Song Xinya walked into the bathroom with her head held high.
Bang—she slammed the door.
Click, click—she locked it from the inside.
Qin Yuhe stood perfectly still, watching her series of actions while pressing his fingers against his throbbing temples.
No one had ever been so arrogant in front of him.
She was the first.
Rubbing his temples hard, Qin Yuhe began to rummage through the drawers and cabinets looking for the key.
He was worried she might fall headfirst into the bathtub and drown; he had to be ready to fish her out at any moment.
Gripping the key in his hand, Qin Yuhe sat on the bed, looking in the direction of the bathroom door, constantly paying attention to the sounds inside.
After the rustling sound of clothes being taken off came the splashing sound of running water.
A misty layer of condensation formed on the glass door, and water droplets slowly slid down, leaving shallow trails behind.
For a drunk person, taking a shower was a high-risk activity.
As she showered, he stayed right outside, not leaving for a single step.
Actually, for the sake of her safety, he had just been planning to take a shower with her.
He had no other intentions; he just wanted to shower with her to prevent any accidents.
Really.
Unfortunately, she was unwilling.
A steady stream of hot water fell from the showerhead, and scalding water droplets splashed onto the floor, rolling into every corner. The temperature in the bathroom continued to rise.
Outside the bathroom, Qin Yuhe's body temperature was also rising continuously.
The temperature monitor in the bedroom clearly showed that the room temperature was 22 degrees Celsius.
The air conditioner wasn't broken; the temperature was the same as always.
It was the desire in his heart that was burning.
Qin Yuhe pulled at the tie around his neck, took it off, and tossed it onto the bed.
Next was his black suit jacket.
As he was unbuttoning his shirt, a sudden cry came from the bathroom: "Ah—"
Qin Yuhe strode over to the bathroom door: "What's wrong?"
Song Xinya's pitiful voice came from inside: "I was just putting body wash on my breasts, and it hurts so much as soon as I touch them."
Qin Yuhe smiled: "Be gentler."
Song Xinya sniffled: "I am already being very gentle, but it still hurts so much when I touch them."
Inside the bathroom, Song Xinya looked down at her two assets and supported them with her hands: "Sigh, they're too big, they feel so heavy."
Qin Yuhe pressed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek, laughing as he said, "Song Xinya, stop showing off."
Song Xinya: "I'm not showing off, I'm just telling the truth."
That wasn't a lie; Qin Yuhe completely agreed.
He asked, "Do you need me to help you apply the body wash?"
Song Xinya: "No need, I'll just be gentler myself."
Qin Yuhe didn't say anything more, otherwise she would call him a hooligan and a pervert again.
He didn't move, standing at the door, quietly listening to the sounds inside.
After a few soft whimpers of pain, there were no more sounds.
Song Xinya tried one more time and gave up on applying body wash to her breasts, because it really, really hurt with just a touch.
After a while, the splashing sound of running water rang out in the bathroom again.
The water stopped, replaced by the sound of her standing in front of the mirror, using a hairdryer to dry her hair.
Qin Yuhe let out a long breath; she had finally finished taking this shower safely.
His long, raven-feather-like eyelashes drooped as he continued to unbutton his shirt.
On the floor, the high heels she had just taken off caught his eye.
Because the two of them had gone into the woods, her high heels were covered in mud.
The soles and the thin stilettos were covered in wet, sticky mud.
On the white floor, where she had walked, the dark, muddy footprints were exceptionally conspicuous.
Qin Yuhe couldn't stand the floor being so dirty.
He brought over the robot vacuum cleaner and turned it on.
A black, round robot vacuum cleaner spun back and forth across the floor.
The bathroom door opened. Song Xinya kept her body hidden behind the door, only poking her head out.
Her eyes, having just showered, were like smoke and mist, rippling and moist, as beautiful as the misty rain in the south of the river in early spring.
"Qin Yuhe..."
She called out to him softly in a breathy voice: "Come here for a second."
Qin Yuhe turned around, his deep gaze looking at her face. Her skin was translucent and pale, her cheeks steamed to a tender pink by the heat, her thick eyelashes wet, her lips rosy. Just above her slightly pouting upper lip, on her philtrum, there was still an undried drop of water.
He walked toward her, his eyes still fixed on her lips.
Looking at her lips, he asked, "What is it?"
Song Xinya: "Help me get a nightgown."
"Alright," Qin Yuhe turned and walked toward the wardrobe, his peripheral vision lingering on her bright red lips.
He grabbed that burgundy lingerie nightgown.
At the bathroom door, when he handed it to her, she didn't take it.
"Qin Yuhe, I don't want to sleep in this."
"Reason."
"I'm worried I'll enchant you to death."
Qin Yuhe gave a lazy chuckle: "You won't. Seeing you in lingerie will only make me think you can ward off evil spirits."
Song Xinya glared at him, little flames of anger flashing in her pupils: "You're the one who wards off evil! During the New Year, if you stand in front of the door, people wouldn't even need to paste door god posters. You can ward off evil just like a door god."
Qin Yuhe smiled gently and faintly, rubbing her head with his palm: "Don't be angry, little girl."
The warmth of his palm rested on the top of her head, as if she were wrapped in a warm cloud. A tingling sense of doting and warmth spread from the top of her head all the way to her heart.
Song Xinya immediately decided not to be angry anymore.
When a person is doted on, they become unbridled. Coupled with the fact that Song Xinya was drunk right now, her courage was absolutely boundless.
Like an arrogant princess, she issued him a command: "Go get me a different nightgown. I want the pure cotton one with lace trim, the one printed with 999 little strawberries."
Qin Yuhe rummaged through the entire wardrobe: "Why can't I find it?"
Song Xinya: "It's in my Taobao shopping cart, I haven't bought it yet."
Qin Yuhe, once again: "..........................."
He had been rendered speechless by her countless times tonight.
She was deliberately teasing him again.
Qin Yuhe pulled out a pure cotton nightgown with lace trim, but without the 999 little strawberries, from the wardrobe and handed it to Song Xinya: "Put this on."
Song Xinya: "Let me tell you, if you just hold your arm out and hand it to me stiffly like this, I absolutely won't wear it. You have to kneel on both knees, offer it with both hands, and keep begging me, keep begging me, beg me over and over again until I can't take your begging anymore, and say 'alright, I'll reluctantly wear it'."
Qin Yuhe wanted to slap her hard on the butt.
He coaxed her: "Come out, I have something to tell you."
Song Xinya: "I haven't put my clothes on yet."
Qin Yuhe: "Then put them on."
Song Xinya: "You haven't begged me yet."
The situation temporarily reached a stalemate.
Song Xinya stood stark naked behind the door, only showing her head, arguing with Qin Yuhe for a long time.
The robot vacuum cleaner buzzed its way over, detected dirt, and squeezed its way into the bathroom.
Song Xinya was in the middle of her standoff with Qin Yuhe when she suddenly felt something slip into the bathroom. She looked down and saw something black.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! A mouse! A mouse! There's a mouse! A huge mouse!"
She dashed out of the bathroom completely naked, leaped into the air, and threw her arms around Qin Yuhe's neck. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she clung to him.
"Hubby, save me!"
