Chapter 32, I got a nosebleed from watching her.

Wen Hanyun changed into her nightgown and wore a bath towel as she came out, her cheeks flushed from the steam.

She sat by the bed for a while, but the housekeeper didn't come to take her out, so she picked up a book and started flipping through it.

Soon, drowsiness swept over me like a tide, and my body gradually went limp.

The mattress cradled her weary body, and the familiar, comforting scent filled the air. She felt as if she were being gently enveloped by a pair of large, tender hands. For some reason, she felt inexplicably at peace with everything here. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and in the last second before drifting off to sleep, she silently repeated to herself, "Just five minutes of sleep..."

But her physical exhaustion caused her to fall into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and her breathing gradually became even.

.

The study door finally opened, and Yan Mingchong walked in front.

Yan Sheng then came out. After seeing his elder brother off, he wearily rubbed his temples with his knuckles, picked up his bathrobe, and went into the room.

As soon as he entered the room, he realized that someone was in his room.

The woman on the bed was curled up in a small ball, wrapped in the blanket, with only half of her serene face showing.

Her long, dark hair was still damp with moisture, making it appear even blacker. Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyelids, and the warm yellow light from the bedside lamp shone on her face, making her look exceptionally delicate, gentle, and charming.

Yan Sheng paused for a moment, then slowed his pace and held his breath as he walked to the bedside.

He stood quietly by the bed for a long time, until he could clearly feel the chill on his body, before turning around and going into the bathroom.

Hot water washed over his body as Yansheng stood under the shower with his eyes closed.

The image of Wen Hanyun sleeping soundly kept changing in his mind. He remembered how anxiously she had been running around for him today, and the slightly red corners of her eyes. His heart felt like it was being soaked in warm water, and he was completely melted.

At this moment, Wen Hanyun on the bed turned over.

Her eyelashes fluttered, she frowned groggily, and opened her eyes.

Consciousness remained in a state between dreaming and waking.

What came into view was the familiar ceiling.

The comforting scent in the room seemed even stronger. She subconsciously sniffed it and sat up.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, she was slightly startled and instantly became more and more awake.

This isn't her room!

How did she end up sleeping here? Could it be Yansheng in the bathroom?

Her cheeks instantly flushed, the blush spreading from her ears to her neck.

Turning around, one sees a beautiful man emerging from a bath.

He had short, jet-black hair, eyes that shimmered like obsidian, sideburns brushing against his ears, and thin lips slightly parted. Wisps of white smoke rose from him, the mist swirling in the air, and the orange glow of the bathroom lamp illuminated his fair skin, giving it an indescribable allure.

Yan Sheng was only wearing a bathrobe, with large expanses of skin exposed to the air. Countless wisps of steam rushed out from the gap in the doorway, only to dissipate into the air in an instant.

He was casually drying his hair with a towel, the collar of his bathrobe loosely open, revealing his smooth collarbone and well-defined chest. Water dripped from his wet hair, droplets rolling down his neck, across his chest, and into his bathrobe, a sight that stirred the imagination...

He just stood there without any attempt to hide himself, and despite the handsome man before her, Wen Hanyun had absolutely no interest in appreciating him.

Her mind was blank, and she stood there helplessly.

Why did Yansheng suddenly appear?

She clearly didn't hear the shower being turned off.

"I'm so sorry, I was so tired and I accidentally fell asleep. I'll leave now..."

She apologized hastily, her gaze shifting upwards, and their eyes met directly.

Yan Sheng stood not far away, a slight smile playing on his lips, watching her with a leisurely air.

Wen Hanyun's mind went blank again.

In her panic, she didn't even realize what she was wearing before she hurriedly tried to get out of bed.

As she got up, the straps of her nightgown slipped to one side, revealing her fair shoulder. As the blanket was lifted, a section of her smooth calf was also exposed to the air.

Yan Sheng's eyes were initially smiling, but when he saw what she was wearing, his expression darkened and his Adam's apple bobbed.

The light apricot-colored nightgown clung tightly to her body, outlining her shapely curves. Her fair skin glowed with a lustrous sheen under the warm yellow light, like a piece of fine mutton fat jade.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes darting around, like an innocent elf, pure yet alluring.

Yan Sheng's heart suddenly raced, and a surge of heat uncontrollably rushed into his nasal cavity.

Oops!

He had a bad feeling and raised his hand to cover his nose.

Wen Hanyun was frantically searching for the towel that had been wrapped in the blanket by the bedside when she heard his voice and turned around.

Upon seeing this, she stopped moving.

Yan Sheng was covering his nose, and red liquid seeped out between his fingers, dripping down his hand onto the bath towel in front of him, which was particularly glaring.

"Yansheng, what's wrong?" Wen Hanyun was startled, and her panic and shyness were immediately replaced by worry.

She walked quickly to him, wanting to reach out but afraid of hurting him. "What's wrong? Is your nose bleeding?"

Yan Sheng hadn't expected this either. A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face. He awkwardly turned his head away to avoid her gaze, his voice slightly muffled: "Uh, it's nothing. I guess I was just too stuffy and got a sore throat."

"Shall I take a look for you?"

She had just gotten out of bed, her fingertips were warm, and when they touched his skin it was like a wildfire being ignited.

His body stiffened slightly, and the nosebleed seemed to intensify.

Seeing this, Wen Hanyun felt even more distressed. "Wait a moment, I'll go get some tissues and ice water."

She turned to run away, but Yansheng grabbed her wrist.

"No need," Yan Sheng's voice was a little hoarse as he comforted her, looking at her worried expression. "It's not that serious, it'll be fine soon."

He held her hand, his gaze unconsciously falling on her again.

One of her shoulders was still exposed.

He knew in his heart how smooth and delicate her skin was, with a faint fragrance.

Wen Hanyun felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. She looked down in the direction of his eyes and then belatedly realized what was going on.

"I'm sorry," her cheeks flushed crimson instantly, and she hurriedly tried to pull her hand away from his. "I... I'll go get you some tissues."

"Wait." Yan Sheng pulled her back, releasing his hand from her nose; the blood had already congealed.

"Why didn't you blow-dry your hair, huh?"

"Where are you going, barefoot?"

Wen Hanyun lowered her head even further. "I didn't mean to. I was so sleepy, I forgot this was your room..."

"I know." Yan Sheng chuckled and reached out to adjust her slipping camisole.

"You can sleep wherever you want, but you have to dry your hair first."