Jiang Jianian comforted Ye Zhiwei and subtly changed the subject, but he remembered the incident. After feeding Ye Zhiwei, Jiang Jianian returned to his room and began to restore the deleted posts on the school forum.

Finally, his gaze fell upon some comments that made him quite unhappy. Jiang Jianian tapped the table repeatedly, then dialed a number for an investigation company, specifically asking them to keep an eye on Tang Ke and contact him immediately if anything happened.

Shortly after the conversation ended, Jiang Jianian received a call from Ye Zhiwei.

"Ye Zhiwei?"

Jiang Jianian's voice was always rather cold, but at this moment he tried to soften his tone and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

"I wanted to take a shower, but there are so many shower devices, and I don't know where I pressed. The water isn't coming out now. Could you come and take a look?" Ye Zhiwei had been squatting there for a long time trying to figure it out, but the more she tried, the worse it got.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Zhiwei put on her nightgown and continued her random research, bringing Jiang Jianian along as well.

Jiang Jianian knocked on the door.

Ye Zhiwei immediately went to open the door.

Jiang Jianian's gaze fell on Ye Zhiwei, who blushed inexplicably under his gaze. Jiang Jianian hadn't asked anything, but she still explained, "I don't know how I changed into a nightgown after doing that. How could I possibly come to open the door for you wearing a bath towel? You..."

"So you knew what I was thinking." Jiang Jianian chuckled lightly.

He openly expressed his desire, which was so different from his aloof and ascetic demeanor that Ye Zhiwei's face immediately turned red. She pointed at Jiang Jianian and said, "Don't think about it!"

Her outstretched hand was grasped by Jiang Jianian. Ye Zhiwei was stunned for a moment and took a step back. Jiang Jianian took the opportunity to step forward. Jiang Jianian, who was originally outside the door, moved closer to Ye Zhiwei step by step. Finally, he approached her and asked in a low voice, "You called me over when you were preparing to take a shower but didn't allow me to think about it. Isn't that asking too much of a question, Ye Zhiwei?"

This was so different from Jiang Jianian's usual image that Ye Zhiwei found it hard to believe. She could hardly believe that such an obvious hint, such a direct description of her desires, would come from Jiang Jianian's mouth.

But he was too restrained, rationally restrained. Apart from holding Ye Zhiwei's hand, he went into the room and closed the door behind him, maintaining a safe distance once again.

One second he was saying things that made people blush, and the next second he was in a businesslike manner, asking Ye Zhiwei what went wrong.

Before Ye Zhiwei could recover from the sensation of someone suddenly poking her heart with a feather, the feather was abruptly withdrawn, and Jiang Jianian didn't make any further moves, simply and decisively returning the topic to the main issue.

The feeling of the feather tickling her heart was still lingering. Jiang Jianian was already helping Ye Zhiwei check which switch she had touched, but Ye Zhiwei was still immersed in the faint itch after being teased by the feather.

Jiang Jianian was still studying the switches on the shower equipment side, which seemed to be connected to some buttons on the bathtub side. Finally, he seemed to flip some inconspicuous switch, and water suddenly rushed out of the shower hanging above, soaking most of Jiang Jianian's black T-shirt.

The collar of his black T-shirt wasn't wide enough to vaguely reveal his collarbone, but now, wet, it clung to his collarbone, with most of his clothes sticking to it, giving a taut look. The shirt around his waist was also pulled up quite a bit due to his movements, revealing his subtle V-line.

Ye Zhiwei's head was buzzing. After a while, she said, "Jiang Jianian, your clothes are all wet. Turn off the shower."

Jiang Jianian, however, was not in a hurry.

Ye Zhiwei rushed over to turn off the switch, but the floor was a bit slippery and she almost slipped and fell onto Jiang Jianian. Her hand was on Jiang Jianian's chest, and her hair was wet. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Jianian's slightly subtle expression. He tucked Ye Zhiwei's wet hair behind his ear. They were so close that Ye Zhiwei could see the fine beads of sweat on Jiang Jianian's neck and the sweat on his collarbone where his clothes were wet.

Even through the thin clothing, one could feel that Jiang Jianian's body was burning hot.

The young boy's soaking wet body was surprisingly alluring, and now, the alluring Jiang Jianian held Ye Zhiwei's hand to his heart, pressing it tightly against hers as he controlled his emotions and said, "Ye Zhiwei, this is truly seducing you..."