The sound of shower water pattered down.
Even though it was set to warm, the water felt increasingly hot against the skin.
The bathroom glass was fogged with steam.
Jet-black long hair, soaked through, clung to clothing, and water droplets trailed from her face to her lips.
The kisses grew scorching.
Simply holding each other tightly with both arms began to feel insufficient.
Yan Hechuan let out soft whimpers. In the pitch darkness, he was led purely by instinct.
Thoughts flitted through his mind—ah, so that's how it is, oh, so it's like that.
Does Yueyue feel good too?
But soon, he had no spare capacity for thought, as the sounds of ragged breathing grew heavier, his sweat mingling with the water droplets.
Their skin began to burn.
Just as he pressed Xia Liuyue against the bathroom wall, he heard her give a light gasp.
"Hechuan, stop!"
"You said a man should never say stop."
"Nonsense, that's definitely not what I said earlier." After speaking, Xia Liuyue looked nervously at the scattered red rashes on his neck and chest.
She quickly added,
"Stop, you're having an allergic reaction again."
Yan Hechuan's misty eyes lifted slightly. His movements didn't cease as he kissed the corner of her lips, a hint of a whine in his tone.
"I don't care. I want to continue."
"You could die." Xia Liuyue poked the bridge of his nose with her fingertip.
This man was damnably beautiful.
Even the way he scrunched his nose was vividly expressive.
Yan Hechuan's mood was eerily calm, as if commenting on the nice weather, he said slowly, "I don't care. So be it if I die."
Xia Liuyue: "..."
A man who's tasted the forbidden fruit is truly terrifying.
However, the rashes on Yan Hechuan's body weren't as horrifying as last time.
They were just speckled here and there, looking like a mild case.
And at a time like this.
The arrow was already on the bowstring; it had to be released.
Stopping now would probably be quite a blow to his ego.
"Then finish quickly," Xia Liuyue urged, already thinking about taking him to the hospital later.
"You said a man should never finish quickly."
"Hey, I never said that!"
Xia Liuyue tried to say more, but all her words were swallowed by his domineering, scorching kiss.
Yan Hechuan was really a man of full contrasts.
He appeared rigid, aloof, and inflexible, but was actually scheming, secretly passionate, and even a little bit domineering.
Seeing him kiss with such abandon.
Xia Liuyue suddenly understood why he liked boxing.
A man who practices boxing really has stamina.
They moved from the bathroom to the soft bed. If Yan Hechuan hadn't almost tripped over a bath towel on the floor midway, she might have really thought his sight had returned.
And she had to give credit where it's due.
He really knew what he was doing.
Knowing her earlobes were a sensitive spot.
He would lick, nibble, and even blow on them with extreme patience.
"Enough, enough." Xia Liuyue's legs felt weak, and she wanted to beg for mercy.
"It's not enough."
"Yueyue, it's not nearly enough."
"Mmm..."
Xia Liuyue went from being composed and in control, to gradually pleading, to later losing count of how many times she blacked out and woke up again.
The man before her, however, still looked energetic and vigorous.
And the red rashes on his body miraculously began to fade.
His skin eventually became smooth again.
Could it really be that two negatives make a positive?
Was this so-called "desensitization training" she made up actually effective?
Just before blacking out again, a system voice sounded in her ear: "Congratulations, host! The favorability level of the target, Yan Hechuan, has reached 98%!"
...
Night fell.
Then dawn broke.
Xia Liuyue turned over in her sleep and rolled into the man's broad chest.
Only then did she realize she had stayed overnight at the Golden Junwan Hillside Villa.
The satiated man slowly opened his eyes.
Those originally misty eyes had actually become clear—a pair of narrow, phoenix eyes slightly upturned, carrying a touch of aloofness and distance within their coolness.
Yan Hechuan was also stunned.
His world, once pitch black, had regained light overnight.
The woman by his pillow, with her jet-black hair against snow-white skin, bright eyes and white teeth, almond-shaped eyes slightly upturned, seemed to have starlight swirling in their depths.
Her just-awakened appearance was captivatingly beautiful, like a low-saturation oil painting.
So beautiful it made one's heart flutter.
"Yueyue." Yan Hechuan called out instinctively.
Xia Liuyue waved her hand in front of his eyes.
"Hechuan."
"I can see you clearly now, Yueyue." Yan Hechuan leaned in and kissed her forehead.
The distance in his eyes transformed into tenderness and lingering affection.
Xia Liuyue asked curiously, "Am I how you imagined I'd look?"
A slight smile touched Yan Hechuan's lips.
"You look exactly how I like."
Some people sound cheesy when they say sweet nothings, but coming from Yan Hechuan, it felt sincere and believable.
Xia Liuyue started to get up. "Let's go to the hospital."
"My allergy is gone," Yan Hechuan refused to get up.
Xia Liuyue smiled helplessly. "I meant your eyes. You suddenly regained your sight; we should get it checked."
Yan Hechuan reached out his hand, having somehow learned to act coquettish without being taught.
"Can't get up. Yueyue, pull me."
"Fine."
Xia Liuyue tugged at him but couldn't budge him.
Instead, with a gentle pull from Yan Hechuan, she lost her balance and tumbled back into his embrace.
Wrapped in the warm, pleasantly firm chest, a flicker of surprise crossed Xia Liuyue's eyes as she stared at him.
"Alright, learning to play tricks now, are you? You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Yan Hechuan lifted his head and kissed her earlobe again.
"I want to keep sleeping with Yueyue."
"We already 'slept' last night, for over ten hours. Are you still tired?"
"Not that kind of sleep." Yan Hechuan's fingertips traced her smooth back, his gaze growing deep and predatory.
Warm breath and light nibbles grazed her earlobe.
"Haven't you had enough sleep? Aren't you tired?"
"Yueyue said a man should never say he's tired..."
"I never said that... Hey, mmm..."
The soft duvet was pulled over them. Under the dark covers this time, Yan Hechuan's eyes focused intently on her.
"My Yueyue is so beautiful."
"I want to keep Yueyue in my room forever. Okay?"
Dizzy and weak-legged from his kisses, Xia Liuyue hissed, "You dog! Where did you learn that?"
Yan Hechuan said with a straight face,
"Besides what Yueyue taught me, I can also learn on my own."
"I want to give Yueyue the best experience."
"Like this, does it feel good?"
Her nightgown was pushed up.
Warm lips found other places.
Waves of tingling numbness.
Watching the tall man kneel before her, lowering his noble head—she had to admit, Xia Liuyue loved this sense of conquest.
And Yan Hechuan's service mentality was excellent.
"It feels good," Xia Liuyue answered truthfully.
"Then, should we continue..." He mischievously pulled away.
"Mmm... You dog! Ah, you..."
In the end, they still couldn't manage to leave the house that morning.
