After saying that, he suddenly rolled out of bed and strode towards the bathroom, his back view carrying a hint of fleeing in panic.
Soon, the sound of cold water rushing in came from the bathroom.
Su Wantang lay on her side on the bed, propping her head up with one hand, listening to the sound of the cold running water. Her cheeks were burning hot, but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.
This man is so adorable.
The sound of water stopped after more than ten minutes.
The bathroom door opened, and Lu Linchuan emerged wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. He seemed surprised that Su Wantang was still awake, and paused for a moment.
His skin, freshly rinsed with cold water, had a healthy bronze hue. His short hair was dripping wet, water droplets running down his well-defined abs and disappearing into the edge of the towel.
The air seemed to freeze.
Su Wantang's gaze unconsciously followed the water droplet, and the temperature on her cheeks rose again.
Lu Linchuan felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so he quickly walked to the wardrobe, turned his back to her, and swiftly took out some dry pajamas to change into.
When he turned around again, he was already dressed, but the lingering chill around him and the undiminished desire in his eyes still showed the torment he had just endured.
He walked to the bedside, but instead of lying down immediately, he took a small porcelain bottle from the bedside table.
"Stretch your legs over here." He sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, his voice regaining its usual calmness, though the last syllable still carried a barely perceptible hoarseness.
Su Wantang obediently shifted her body, revealing her round belly.
This is their nightly routine.
Lu Linchuan unscrewed the bottle cap, and a faint, herbal, oily scent wafted out. He had specially asked the military doctor in the military region to prepare this for him, specifically to prevent stretch marks.
He poured some oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm them, and then carefully placed them on her high, protruding belly.
His palms were large and warm, with thin calluses from years of holding guns. The rough touch against his delicate skin was strangely not uncomfortable; instead, it brought waves of tingling shivers.
Su Wantang couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
Lu Linchuan paused, then looked up at her.
Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, she half-closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her lips, still full and moist from the kiss, looked like a ripe cherry.
His eyes darkened instantly.
"Don't make a sound," he commanded, his voice even hoarser than before he had taken a cold shower.
Su Wantang immediately bit her lower lip, not daring to make any more noise, and looked at him innocently with her big, watery eyes.
Lu Linchuan took a deep breath, forcing himself to look away from her alluring face and focus his attention back on her belly.
His movements were slow and gentle, with an almost reverent solemnity.
With his broad, calloused hands, he made circular motions outwards from the center of her navel, spreading the warm oil evenly. The pressure was just right, allowing the skin to absorb the oil without causing discomfort to the little ones inside.
The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of his palms rubbing against his skin.
Su Wantang could clearly feel the warmth from his palm and the scent of soap mixed with male hormones emanating from his body.
This is a torture more agonizing than any other affair, yet also an extreme form of tenderness.
She knew that this man had suppressed all his desires, leaving only the purest love and care for her and their child.
"Were you nervous on stage today?" he suddenly asked in a low voice, breaking the silence.
"A little," Su Wantang answered honestly. "With so many people watching, my legs almost went weak."
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