Chapter 127

"Xia Bei!!"

The girl frantically pressed one hand against the towel covering her chest, her face flushed from the heat, and foam lingered on her shoulders and neck.

Can I interpret your surprised expression as a sign of delight at my arrival?

Xia Bei gazed at her body through his glasses, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

He was wearing a white shirt, and a black vest over it accentuated his slim and toned waist.

Jiang You took a step back, his brows furrowing tightly.

I don't know why, but the man spoke so casually, even cheerfully, yet I could sense that he was angry, just holding it in.

Xia Bei raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly, her tone rising, but her eyes held no smile: "Oh~? It seems not. So you're surprised that I opened the bathroom door?"

As he spoke, he quickly approached, and Jiang You retreated until his waist was against the edge of the washbasin: "Of course, the hospital is afraid that patients will faint inside, so there is a lock on the outside to open the inside door."

The man was tall and imposing, with long arms and a slender waist. He leaned close to her, his hands bracing against the sides of the sink, only two and a half fists away.

Xia Bei looked down at her with a half-smile. Jiang You gripped the towel tightly with one hand and tightened her grip with the other, lowering her head without daring to meet his gaze.

Dissatisfied with her timidity, the man withdrew one hand, cupped her chin, and lifted her head.

Jiang You was forced to meet Xia Bei's aggressive gaze. He stared into her pupils, then slowly lowered his gaze until it reached her lips.

Without much thought, I leaned in and kissed him.

Jiang You turned his head away unwillingly, but the kiss finally landed on the tip of his ear.

Xia Bei paused, gave a soft hum, and then lowered his head to nibble on her earlobe.

He gently bit down and released, then lowered his lips to kiss and suckle on her neck.

He released his grip on Jiang's right chin, removed the glasses from his nose, and rested them on the edge of the sink.

His calm and composed movements became hurried. He took a step forward, buried his head in his neck, and kissed and sucked harder and harder, as if he wanted to become one with her.

Jiang You had no choice but to tilt her head back, holding the bath towel in one hand to prevent it from falling off, and pushing the other person away with the other hand, but it was no use.

The man finally looked up, satisfied, and said slowly, "Are you angry?"

Jiang You pursed her lips; all she wanted to do now was put on her clothes. "Please leave. I need to get dressed."

Xia Bei chuckled softly, gently pushed her away, and took a step back.

Just as Jiang You was breathing a sigh of relief, he suddenly looked at the man in surprise.

He went out, dragged a chair back in, and closed the door.

Like a defender, he sat on the chair against the only exit door, arms crossed, his expression indifferent and cold: "Change, but it seems you haven't rinsed off all the foam. I have a small suggestion, you should rinse the foam off, shouldn't you?"

The tone is like that of a caring older brother towards a younger generation, if the context is appropriate.

"What exactly do you want?" Jiang You hadn't expected Xia Bei to appear.

After saying that, she changed her question to, "Are you angry?"

These words were like flipping a switch; Xia Bei's fake smile vanished, and his amber eyes stared at her emotionlessly.

Jiang You lowered her head in fear. To be honest, she didn't want to provoke Xia Bei, but she couldn't bring herself to change her clothes in front of him.

I tried hard to think of anything, but I still couldn't find anything that would make him angry.

“I’m not angry,” Xia Bei said indifferently. He stood up, his posture upright and tall. “You’re not going to wash, do you want me to wash for you? If so, I’d be happy to do it for you.”