Chapter 377 Mr. Fu is staying in your room tonight?
The night was hazy, and cicadas were chirping.
In the bathroom, a few drops of herbal essential oil dripped into the bathtub filled with hot water.
This essential oil was exclusively developed by Jin Huaimin and has a soothing and sleep-inducing effect.
A lot has happened these past two days, and now that I'm relaxing, I'm suddenly feeling very tired.
Shen Qingshu took a bath and felt much better.
The bathroom door opened, and a woman wearing a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head walked out of the bathroom.
She sat down at her vanity, just about to apply skincare products, when there was a knock on the door.
Shen Qingshu paused, "The door wasn't locked."
The door opened, and Fu Siyan walked in, carrying a plate of food.
There was a glass of milk on the plate.
"I warmed up a glass of milk for you."
Shen Qingshu looked at the man through the mirror.
The man and woman were both mature, and they were former couples who had just reconciled. They both knew the real purpose behind giving the glass of milk.
Shen Qingshu glanced at Fu Siyan's bandaged fingers and couldn't help but laugh.
"Fu Siyan, shut up."
Fu Siyan showed no embarrassment at having his thoughts read; instead, he smiled, realizing that she didn't mind, which made him feel even more at ease.
He walked over, placed the plate on the table, turned back, and closed the door.
With a 'click', the lock clicked shut.
Shen Qingshu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Fu Siyan, I didn't say you had to stay."
Upon hearing this, the man walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
Shen Qingshu neither flinched nor dodged. She had just taken a bath, and her whole body was fair and rosy from head to toe, with a pair of beautiful, bright eyes.
The phrase "lotus emerging from water" perfectly describes this scene.
As the man watched, the restlessness in his heart grew stronger.
He slowly leaned down, his face close to hers, his narrow eyes gazing into the mirror.
The man's voice was deep and hoarse, "Ah Shu, don't overthink it. I just locked the door out of habit."
Shen Qingshu: "..."
Stubborn.
She pursed her lips, not insisting on exposing his little scheme.
She even had a bit of anticipation.
I want to see just how thick-skinned this man has become after five years.
Fu Siyan got up, walked over and opened the drawer. "You drink the milk, I'll help you blow-dry your hair."
Shen Qingshu looked at his hand, "Is your hand not working properly?"
"Blow-drying my hair won't bother me."
It really doesn't cause any problems.
Actually, when the nurse changed Fu Siyan's dressing today, she didn't wrap the bandage with as many layers as she did last night.
Therefore, Fu Siyan's fingers are much more flexible today.
In addition, Fu Siyan personally took care of the hair-drying task during Shen Qingshu's serious illness.
Not only did Fu Siyan blow-dry her hair, but he also took care of washing it himself.
So we've gotten used to it.
Shen Qingshu picked up the milk and drank it slowly.
The man behind her, holding a hairdryer in one hand and a comb in the other, skillfully dried her hair.
After a serious illness, my waist-length hair was cut into collarbone-length hair, which made washing and drying my hair much easier.
The hair dryer stopped after about five minutes.
Fu Siyan put the hair dryer away and placed it back in the drawer.
Shen Qingshu felt full after drinking half a glass of milk.
"I'm not drinking anymore." She was about to put the cup back on the plate when the man's hand suddenly reached out.
Shen Qingshu subconsciously looked up at him—
The man snatched the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
A perfect jawline, a slightly tilted chin, and the prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she swallows...
Shen Qingshu's eyelashes trembled, and she unconsciously swallowed.
Even though the air conditioning was on in the room, she suddenly felt a strange heat.
She quickly grabbed a bottle of moisturizing spray and sprayed it on her face several times.
The fine mist sprayed onto my face felt cool and refreshing, lowering the temperature of my cheeks.
Shen Qingshu secretly exhaled and squeezed some serum onto her face...
Fu Siyan put down the cup, leaned against the dressing table, and watched the woman apply those bottles and jars.
Shen Qingshu doesn't get cosmetic procedures. She has a good complexion and doesn't need any beauty products with specific effects.
Her skincare products are all quite basic. The massage eye oil she's currently using was recommended to her by Chi Guo'er, which is why she started using it.
Normally, it only takes a few minutes to massage and that's it.
But tonight she kept massaging me, and after almost ten minutes she still wasn't planning to stop.
Even if Fu Siyan didn't understand much, he could tell by now that the woman was doing it on purpose.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the woman's plain face. "A-Shu, what are you afraid of?"
Shen Qingshu paused, pretending not to understand.
"What am I afraid of?" She looked at him and asked, "I've had my milk, shouldn't you go back and rest too?"
"I’m waiting for you."
"No need to wait for me." Shen Qingshu slightly curled her lips, ignoring his hint, "The injured should rest early."
“I wore gloves to wash my hair and shower last night, which was very inconvenient, and I always felt like I wasn’t clean enough.”
Shen Qingshu: "...It'll only be for a few days, so please bear with it."
"It's one thing to be on my body, but washing my hair is just too difficult," Fu Siyan said seriously. "When I massage my scalp, the wounds hurt a lot."
Shen Qingshu: "..."
“Ah Shu, I’m not the kind of person who takes advantage of others. I know you’re shy, and you can’t do things like asking me to help you take a bath.”
Shen Qingshu took a deep breath. "It's good that you know!"
"But washing your hair is fine, right?" Fu Siyan looked into her eyes, his voice low and seductive: "I've washed your hair so many times, it's not too much for you to do it for me this once, is it?"
Shen Qingshu: "..."
Previously, she would sit in the bathtub with her head tilted back, letting Fu Siyan wash her hair.
"Ah Shu, it's just a hair wash."
If it's just washing your hair, then there's really nothing awkward about it.
“Okay.” Shen Qingshu stood up. “I’ll go change my clothes. You go upstairs first…”
"My room doesn't have a bathtub."
Shen Qingshu paused, glancing sideways at the man.
Fu Siyan looked at her seriously, "I'd like to borrow your bathtub for a bit, you don't mind, do you?"
Shen Qingshu pursed her lips.
They've just rekindled their relationship, so it would seem a bit too pretentious if they wouldn't even lend each other a bathtub.
Shen Qingshu nodded. "Okay."
...
Fu Siyan went upstairs to get his clothes.
Shen Qingshu walked into the bathroom, rinsed the bathtub a little, and then started filling it with water.
When Fu Siyan entered the bathroom, he saw Shen Qingshu sitting by the bathtub, leaning slightly over to adjust the water temperature, her bathrobe collar drooping low...
Fu Siyan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a dark glint appeared in his eyes.
He turned his face away and coughed lightly.
Shen Qingshu turned her head upon hearing the sound and met the man's deep eyes.
She stood up and looked at the clothes in his hand.
Slightly frowning, "Didn't you bring gloves?"
Fu Siyan remained unfazed and blatantly lied: "The quality is too poor; it broke after just one use."
"Really?" Shen Qingshu didn't doubt it, and simply said, "Then I'll have Aunt Yun bring up another new one."
Fu Siyan did not stop her.
While she was outside making a phone call to Aunt Yun, he closed the bathroom door, took off his clothes, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and stepped into the bathtub.
The water temperature was just right. He closed his eyes, slowly exhaled, and rested his arms on the edge of the bathtub.
There was a knock on the door.
The bathroom door was half-open, and Fu Siyan heard Yun Sao's voice.
He slightly curved his thin lips, then turned his head and called out to the outside, "A-Shu."
Outside, Shen Qingshu, who had just received the plastic gloves from Sister Yun, paused.
Aunt Yun stared wide-eyed at Shen Qingshu, "Mr. Fu is staying in your room tonight?"
Shen Qingshu gripped her rubber gloves. "No, he just came to borrow a bathtub..."
"I understand, I understand!" Aunt Yun waved her hand. "You're both still young. Now that you've made up, it's normal for you to live together! Miss Chen, you don't need to be shy!"
Shen Qingshu: "..."
Sister Yun was very sensible; she didn't linger for a moment longer and quickly closed the door and left.
Shen Qingshu paused for a few seconds, then pursed her lips and sighed.
She walked to the bathroom door with the gloves in her hand. "I've brought the gloves. May I come in?"
"Um."
Shen Qingshu pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom.
The man leaned against the bathtub, his arms resting on the edge.
The bathtub was steaming, and the man was wrapped in a towel around his waist but naked from the waist up.
Tightly defined biceps, clearly visible abs...
This scene was undoubtedly shocking.
Some inappropriate images for children would automatically pop into Shen Qingshu's mind.
Five years later, it still left a deep impression on her, making her blush and her heart race...
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