She never imagined that Jing Min, who was so strong-willed, would have such moments of anxiety and insecurity.
Is it due to psychological influence?
The longer Jingmin watched her stare blankly, the more panicked he became.
He couldn't help but wonder what her silence really meant.
Do you mind?
Or... disgust?
Anxiety gradually welled up.
He could no longer restrain himself, and suddenly stepped forward to pull her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
At first, his movements were somewhat hurried, with a hint of unease as he explored.
But she didn't push him away.
Instead, after a moment of stunned silence,
She slowly returned his kiss.
In that instant,
The weight that had been hanging over his heart seemed to have been lifted.
What remains is an uncontrollable burning passion and desire.
In the steamy bathroom, the air was thick with the scents of the room, and the temperature was quietly rising.
His lips slid down to her delicate collarbone, with a hint of reverence and restraint.
Her fingertips unconsciously climbed up his back, touching the wounds that had not yet healed.
He trembled slightly, but did not stop.
Water droplets slid down the tiles, the dripping sound mingling with rapid breathing and low murmurs.
In this confined space, a silent, tender melody unfolds.
I don't know how much time passed.
The bathroom finally returned to peace.
Jing Min carried Chu Wuyang, who was wrapped in a bath towel, step by step towards the bedside.
His steps were slow and heavy, and the person in his arms was slender and soft.
He walked with extreme caution, as if he were carrying something precious and fragile.
His injuries hadn't fully healed, cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and his arms trembled slightly.
Yet he still gently placed her on the soft bed.
He bent down and pulled the blanket over her, about to cover her with it.
But her wrist was gently pulled by a soft hand.
Chu Wuyang's eyes were half-closed.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks were still flushed, and her voice was soft, tinged with drowsiness and a hint of coquettish complaint.
"You weren't wearing it just now..."
Jingmin's hand paused.
He looked down at her, his eyes unfathomable.
After a moment of silence,
He bent down and kissed her forehead.
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