Chapter 118 The man who has been abstinent for too long can't take it anymore!

Xia Mian heard the sound of workers unpacking cardboard boxes, and not long after, she heard the sound of running water.

Curious, she stood at the bathroom door. When she saw the professional shampoo chair, she looked up in surprise at the tall man.

The man is directing the workers on where it would be most convenient to install the parts.

After the installation was completed and the workers tested it, they left.

Fu Yanshen then rolled up his shirt sleeves, sat down behind the shampoo chair, and beckoned to Xia Mian. "Come and lie down."

Xia Mian looked at Fu Yanshen with a startled expression and a slightly dizzy look in her eyes. "What?"

"Didn't you want to wash your hair?" Fu Yanshen turned on the shampoo tap, held out his palm to test the water temperature and flow rate, "Come on, I'll wash it for you."

Xia Mian stood at the bathroom door, her nose tingling slightly. He actually ordered a shampoo chair? And he's going to wash her hair himself?

It's a feeling I can't quite describe.

"I... I don't want it anymore, let's get a caregiver..."

"Can a caregiver wash as well as I can?" Fu Yanshen looked at Xia Mian with a smile on his lips, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

He had never washed anyone's hair before. While the workers were installing it, he searched for videos of hair washing in barbershops and studied them carefully.

Even though it's his first time, he shouldn't have washed it badly.

Xia Mian hesitated for a moment, but eventually walked over and lay down on the shampoo chair.

Fu Yanshen sat behind the recliner, his slender fingers running through her long hair, gently combing it a couple of times.

Her long hair fell into the washbasin, Xia Mian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then her heart began to race. She lay there staring at the light above her head.

Feeling a bit blinded and nervous, she simply closed her eyes.

"How does the water temperature feel? Is it too hot?" Fu Yanshen asked her softly.

Xia Mian's heart skipped a beat. "Just right."

The man chuckled again, looking pleased. He pressed out some shampoo, lathered it into foam, and then applied it to Xia Mian's hair.

My fingertips gently massaged her scalp and ran through her hair.

"Are you strong?" the man asked her again.

"It's alright, quite comfortable." Xia Mian lay there, feeling the man's just the right amount of pressure, and gradually relaxed.

Fu Yanshen's gaze was fixed on Xia Mian's pretty face, his lips unconsciously curving upwards, his eyes revealing a hint of doting affection.

The girl closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, leaving a silhouette.

She was still a little nervous about having Chief Fu personally wash her hair.

"Did I hurt you?" Fu Yanshen gently massaged with his fingertips, his manner quite professional.

"No...it's just that my heart is beating really fast." Xia Mian wanted to calm herself down, so she told the truth. "I didn't expect you would be willing to wash my hair."

Fu Yanshen choked for a moment.

After all, he had secretly washed her pajama bottoms and underwear.

The warm water rinsed Xia Mian's soft hair. After rinsing off the foam, he clumsily applied conditioner to her long hair.

A faint fragrance wafted in the air.

Xia Mian gradually calmed down and quietly opened her eyes. She saw the man's deep features and his very serious expression, as if washing her hair was a very important and remarkable thing.

This must be taken seriously.

After rinsing off the conditioner, Fu Yanshen used a clean towel to wrap her hair.

The man placed his large hand on her back, which was covered by a thin hospital gown, and pushed her up from the recliner.

The burning palms pressed against her through her clothes, and Xia Mian felt as if that patch of skin was about to burn.

She sat up, and from the man's perspective, he could clearly see her beauty.

Fu Yanshen's muscles tensed instantly, making his shirt bulge and clearly showing the lines and bulge of his muscles.

The beast lurking within a man who has been abstinent for too long begins to stir.

He longed to pull the girl in front of him into his arms and bully her mercilessly.

He was breathing rapidly, his heart pounding like a drum.

I feel unbearably hot all over.

He felt a surge of intense energy rushing to the top of his head.

He gritted his teeth, suppressing his physical desires, and pushed Xia Mian out of the bathroom. "I'll help you blow-dry your hair later."

With a bang, the bathroom door slammed shut and even clicked shut as it locked.

Xia Mian stood at the door, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Yanshen said in a low voice as he turned on the cold shower faucet, letting the rushing water wash over his body.

He showered for about five minutes before coming out of the bathroom.

Xia Mian just found the hairdryer and is drying her hair.

Turning around, I saw a man walking out, soaking wet. His shirt clung tightly to his muscular body, making him alluring and eye-catching.

Water droplets meandered down his handsome face, and glistening droplets dripped from his hair, disappearing into his shirt along his neck.

So sexy it's tempting to break the law.

"You... took a cold shower?" Xia Mian's eyes widened in surprise, and her fingers holding the hair dryer involuntarily clenched.

She didn't understand...

Everything was fine...

When Fu Yanshen saw Xia Mian's delicate and pure face, a surge of desire inexplicably rose in his chest.

He took a deep breath, his body icy cold, and walked up to Xia Mian. He forcefully snatched the hairdryer from her hand and began to dry her hair.

Xia Mian quickly stopped him, "You're all soaking wet, you'll catch a cold. Change into some dry clothes, okay?"

"No trade." Fu Yanshen's voice was deep and husky, full of alluring magnetism.

He's feeling hot all over now, and the heat is rushing to his lower abdomen.

The man could no longer resist. Looking at Xia Mian in front of him, he pressed his thin lips to her red lips.

Considering the girl's neck injury, he didn't give her a deep kiss, only a light one.

But merely tasting it is not enough, far from enough.

He bit the back of his tongue, and instantly, blood gushed out from the bite mark.

The metallic smell of blood brought Fu Yanshen back to his senses somewhat.

Then he turned on the hairdryer again, forcefully pulling her into his arms while creating some distance between them, as his body was too cold and wet.

The wind whistled through Xia Mian's long hair, and the man's long fingers moved back and forth through her hair.

He was extremely careful not to hurt Xia Mian, so his movements were very gentle.

Xia Mian felt a warm, comfortable sensation on her head.

After her hair was dried, she yawned and was then carried to bed by Fu Yanshen, where she fell asleep soon after.

She was already weak from illness and injury, and had long been drowsy.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Fu Yanshen couldn't help but feel a certain impulse again.

I rushed back into the bathroom and took another cold shower.

The day Xia Mian was discharged from the hospital, the weather was fine, and Zhao Baoqi and Madam Fu came to pick her up.

After completing the discharge procedures, Fu Yanshen drove back to the Fu family home himself.

While waiting at a traffic light, Fu Yanshen suddenly noticed a black sedan seemingly out of control, hurtling towards his Bentley!