I could hear the sound of running water coming from the toilet.
She's still awake?
Lu Ting stopped in his tracks.
The warm yellow light shone down from above.
Thinking back to when she said "I'll wait for you to come home" when he went out to practice boxing, Lu Ting couldn't help but think about it a little more.
She's still awake; is she waiting for him to come back?
A strange feeling unconsciously arose in my heart, as if something had been slightly touched somewhere.
It stirred up something like ripples on a pond.
Just as he was about to turn back to put his things away, the doorknob clicked slightly, and then a wave of intense heat rushed in, almost overwhelming him and suffocating him.
Su Miaoyan wiped her wet, black hair as she left the restroom. She had only taken a few steps when a pair of canvas shoes unexpectedly came into view.
After the initial shock came astonishment.
Su Miaoyan looked up slightly, "Lu Ting, you're back?"
The familiar scent of soap enveloped him like vines, and Lu Ting took a few steps back uncomfortably, his gaze falling on the water droplets that fell from his hair onto the ground.
He said softly, "Hmm."
Su Miaoyan didn't notice Lu Ting's embarrassment. She walked up to Lu Ting while drying her hair.
Looking at the man's slightly flushed handsome face, she asked in surprise, "Lu Ting, why is your face so red?"
It was as if a fire had suddenly burst into flames.
Lu Ting felt his face burning. He tried to suppress the strange feeling in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Perhaps it's just too hot."
"Oh, I see."
Su Miaoyan let go of my hand and said with some surprise, "After you finished fixing the bed today, you said a few words to me, and then Sister Ma suddenly asked me if you were shy."
She scratched her head. "You don't even like me. You just want to repay Grandma's kindness. How could you be shy? Right, Lu Ting?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Lu Ting's heart, extinguishing all the raging fire that had just been ignited.
Like it or not?
Lu Ting himself didn't know either.
All he knew was that he had a responsibility and was loyal to her.
However, when he hears others praising her, or sees her being bullied, or when she seems helpless, he can't help but want to step forward to help her and stand up for her.
This feeling... is so strange.
Lu Ting didn't answer, but took the towel from her hand and said in a deep voice, "Change to a dry towel, be careful not to catch a cold."
Su Miaoyan didn't ask any further questions. She simply said "Oh" and went into the bathroom to get a dry towel.
From the first moment Su Miaoyan saw Lu Ting, she knew he was straight.
They're still the kind who haven't figured it out yet.
For her, it should only be the protection and responsibility that a husband should have. It was because she understood this that Su Miaoyan felt that Lu Ting was a very reliable man.
After Su Miaoyan brought out a new towel, the man in front of her stood still, like a statue.
She asked in surprise, "Lu Ting, why are you standing still?"
The words "love" and "responsibility" kept floating in Lu Ting's mind.
These two words seemed to swirl around him like a spell.
He was lost in thought, his pupils unfocused.
It wasn't until Su Miaoyan's voice reached his ears that he finally snapped out of his daze.
Seeing his expression, Su Miaoyan understood everything.
She took a few steps forward, her fair and delicate skin appearing as if coated with a layer of light and shadow under the dim yellow light.
The pair of legs exposed beneath the nightgown were just as slender and white as they had been that night.
Lu Ting felt his heart beating fast. He was in the prime of his life, full of youthful vigor. His legal wife was bright and beautiful, and any man would feel the desire that came with it.
But Lu Ting forcefully suppressed this desire.
Su Miaoyan, as if she hadn't noticed, handed over the towel in her hand.
She walked up to Lu Ting and turned her back to him.
She said, "Lu Ting, can you help me dry my hair?"
Su Miaoyan did it on purpose.
She wanted to see if she could tame the seemingly honest and cold-faced man who possessed a certain asceticism and loyalty deep within him.
A spoiled young lady who studied abroad wants her abstinent superior to break his vows for her.
Before Lu Ting could even speak, the dry towel was already in his hand.
He gave a soft "hmm," his large, wheat-colored hands with distinct knuckles and clearly visible blue veins.
If you look closely, you can see that the way he picked up the towel was a little shaky.
The young woman's back was smooth and fair, and her neck had a graceful curve, just like a proud and elegant white swan.
Her jet-black hair was dripping with water droplets, and a delicate fragrance wafted up from it.
Lu Ting carefully dried her hair, removing every drop of water from each strand.
Under the lamplight, inside the window, a 1.9-meter-tall man in military uniform is gently wiping the hair of a woman shorter than him with a tenderness that doesn't belong to him.
Her eyes held a tenderness she herself was unaware of.
Su Miaoyan thought that a rough man like Lu Ting would not be able to control his strength and hurt her scalp.
I was mentally prepared, but nothing came of it.
It feels quite comfortable.
Su Miaoyan was delighted to be free. Sure enough, it was good to have men do things for her.
You don't have to worry about anything.
She didn't know how much time had passed. The night outside the window was darkening. Su Miaoyan yawned, and the man behind her hung a towel on the chair.
"That's enough, go to sleep now."
Su Miaoyan suddenly came to her senses and stood up straight.
Looking down at Lu Ting, she said, "Lu Ting, thank you, you're so kind... The hot water is still on the stove, go and wash up quickly, it'll be too much trouble to boil it again if it gets cold."
"good."
Lu Ting practically fled to get water to take a shower, and even after entering the toilet, he could still see that white figure floating in his mind's eye.
He took a deep breath and poured the water over his head.
The suppressed desires seemed to find release at this moment.
Lu Ting, who never did such a thing, was now truly blushing with embarrassment.
That figure inexplicably appeared in his mind, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
While getting dressed, he inadvertently noticed the wound on his hand.
His sword-like eyebrows were slightly raised.
My thumb was accidentally scraped when I was practicing boxing with Ji Hongwen and Dai Yong'an.
But now, the wound on his thumb has disappeared.
It's as if they never existed.
But Lu Ting clearly remembered its existence.
Well, it wasn't a serious wound to begin with, so it's normal for it to heal quickly.
Thinking this, Lu Ting ignored it, put on a vest and shorts, and went outside.
He habitually went to the next room, turned on the light, and saw an empty bed.
After realizing what had happened, Lu Ting looked at the lit room behind him and realized that Su Miaoyan had taken the bedding and quilts and laid them out herself.
He paused for a few seconds, then turned around, pushed open the door, and went inside.
Su Miaoyan was still awake, as if she was waiting for him.
Thinking back to the scene in the restroom, Lu Ting was a little afraid to look the other person in the eye.
This is Grandma Su's granddaughter; he only needs to protect and help her.
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