How much do you like it?

His voice was low, his tone both tentative and approaching a critical point.

Those soft little hands slid down along the firm abdominal muscles.

"I like it so much... I want to take it apart and kiss it myself..."

Her voice was as soft as water, with a hint of deliberate flirtation and seduction, like drops of alcohol dripping into his still-burning fire.

Jingmin's mind exploded like fireworks.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and he suddenly grasped her restless little hand, but didn't push her away; his voice was muffled and hoarse.

"You can still leave now."

She didn't say anything, but her hand slowly loosened its grip on his waist.

Just as she was about to back away—

Jing Min suddenly turned around and pulled her into his arms.

The sound of water was suddenly interrupted; he lowered his head, captured her lips, and kissed her fiercely.

The force was almost a mixture of uncontrolled anger and long-suppressed restraint.

"You think you can leave now that you're in?"

He bit her lip and asked in a low, hoarse voice.

Before Chu Wuyang could speak, he had already lifted her up and pressed her against the wet wall.

The water is still flowing.

The two were so close they could barely breathe.

You always break your promises...you don't keep your word.

He gently bit her earlobe, as if subtly punishing her.

"I'm afraid of losing control and hurting you, afraid I won't be able to resist going crazy and wanting to lock you up..." I can only hide away to process my emotions.

"But you still dare to provoke me?"

Chu Wuyang looked down at the hands that were tightly holding her, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and whispered a joke.

You mean...you want me to leave?"

Jingmin chuckled,

"It's too late."

He leaned down and kissed her, whispering as he bit her lip.

"Say that again?"

Chu Wuyang's breath was ragged, and her eyes were moist and red.

"I said... I like you so much I want to tear you apart."

Jing Min chuckled softly, the laughter carried by the sound of water, hot and alluring as it fell on his ear.

The night was dark outside the window, and the bathroom was filled with steam.

The sound of water continued, and the panting did not cease.

Under the dim yellow light,

Wu Yang leaned against Jing Min's chest, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers, and hesitated before asking softly,

Are you... angry because I asked Yang Jinchu to bring me back?

Jingmin lowered his head and gazed at her for a long while.

He nodded slightly.

Why aren't you using the driver I arranged for you?

His tone remained calm.

Chu Wuyang was taken aback by the question, and whispered,

"There's nothing special about my work. Isn't it better to go to and from get off work like everyone else? Having a driver is too ostentatious..."

Jing Min remained silent for a long time, his fingers running through her hair.

It's like they're enduring something.

"It's not about showing off, it's about protecting."

He leaned close to her ear,

“I’m afraid that one day you will go missing again, and when someone brings you back, I won’t even know where you are.”