"Take a shower first."

Su Wanwan didn't know where to look:

"I don't need it..."

She's just waiting for the rain to stop, why would she need a bath?

"Um."

He gave a casual reply and carried her directly to the bathroom with his long legs.

Calm and composed, unhurried.

Hot water had been set up in the washroom, and steam filled the air. Clean clothes were neatly arranged on a nearby table; they were pink and small women's clothes.

A blooming rose is inserted in the slender arch of flowers beside it.

A lone man and a lone woman.

In the dim light of the late night.

The autumn rain tapped against the windowpane.

Just like that chaotic scene at the beginning.

What will happen is self-evident.

Su Wanwan was as tense as a fully drawn bow.

My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

Since she came in, it's just the two of them here.

The clean room and other things... were all prepared in advance.

Clearly, everything tonight was orchestrated by him.

She was like a foolish lamb that stepped into a trap, only realizing something was wrong when it was too late, and then panicking.

Lu Xingjian placed her on the soft couch and glanced at her:

"Do you need any help?"

His tone was as light as a feather, extremely ambiguous.

No, no need.

Su Wanwan lowered her head, her ears glowing pink under the light, her hands clutching her clothes tightly.

Lu Xingjian stood there without looking at her.

There was only silence.

Or, wait for her to calm down.

Wait until she accepts her current situation.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of two people's disordered breathing and heartbeats.

Ambiguity is pulling in different directions.

A silent rejection, and a silent irresistibility, clashed and collided in the air.

It was a quiet night, but the room seemed to be filled with the glint of swords.

He has always been very patient.

The prey is right in front of us.

The Imperial Astronomical Bureau said the heavy rain would continue until dawn.

He has plenty of time and isn't in a hurry at all.

The long silence tore and tugged at the still night.

Finally, he moved.

He simply extended two slender fingers to lift her chin.

His lowered eyes gazed at her flushed face.

Looking down at her from his vantage point.

Her eyes were brimming with nervous shyness, and she avoided his gaze.

The man's thin lips pressed down on mine.

The rich aroma of alcohol permeated her breath, much like the first time.

Su Wanwan turned her face to the side, her chest heaving as she gasped, "No..."

The man's lips brushed against her cheek and stopped at her ear. The next moment, he bit her pink earlobe and gently nibbled at it.

"Late night, late night."

He whispered her name in her ear.

"What do you not want?"

He supported her soft body and gently laid her down on the soft couch, carefully supporting her leg, which was not yet fully healed, with one hand.

Don't you want me?