He held his breath, his movements stiff and clumsy, as if he were wiping a piece of exquisite porcelain. Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, mingling with the steam from the bathroom.
This short cleaning process felt like an eternity to him; it was extreme torture, yet also a secret and indescribable indulgence.
Finally, after rinsing her clean, I wrapped her up in a large, soft bath towel.
Zi Xi seemed to have regained some consciousness and struggled to get down to brush her teeth and wash her face by herself.
Pei Mozhi, however, beat her to it, and before she could touch the toothbrush, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, resting his chin on her damp hair that exuded a fresh fragrance.
"Let's go together."
His voice was deep and hoarse, with an almost obsessive stubbornness.
He picked up two toothbrushes, squeezed on the same mint-flavored toothpaste, put one in her hand, and held the other for himself.
The huge mirror reflected the two figures pressed close together.
Zi Xi was still a little dazed and passively picked up the toothbrush.
Pei Mozhi stood behind her, one arm still around her waist, the other holding a toothbrush, his gaze fixed on her bewildered profile in the mirror.
He mimicked her movements and began brushing his teeth in sync.
The coolness of mint spread in his mouth. He stared at her every subtle expression in the mirror, as if he wanted to etch her bewildered look into the depths of his soul.
Zi Xi's lingering sleepiness gradually vanished in this suffocatingly close synchronization.
She finally regained full consciousness and could clearly feel the heavy, erratic heartbeat pounding against her chest, her back pressed against hers.
Every pulse was clearly transmitted through the thin fabric, carrying a scalding temperature and an indescribable tension.
She belatedly realized that the fingertips of his hand around her waist were tightening slightly, unable to stop himself from doing so.
The blurry fragments from last night, the cold touch, his rapid breathing, and the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing repeatedly echoed in Zi Xi's mind.
She suddenly turned her head, her gaze passing over her shoulder and directly meeting Pei Mozhi's lowered eyes.
His movements froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.
Their eyes met.
The air froze instantly.
The refreshing scent of mint can make you feel exceptionally alert.
"Pei Mozhi? Why are you hugging me?"
Zi Xi's voice was helpless; she was just like a little baby.
Besides, she didn't intend to get up that early!
Now, even a mouthful of mint has completely woken me up.
Pei Mozhi's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the muscles in the arms wrapped around her waist instantly bulged, constricting her painfully, as if afraid she would disappear into thin air at any moment.
He didn't answer her question, but instead nuzzled Zi Xi's neck deeply, almost greedily, with the tip of his nose.
The air seemed to be sucked out, leaving only his heavy, hot breath, spraying onto the skin of her neck.
Zi Xi instinctively tried to back away and create that suffocating distance, but her body was firmly held in place by his arms, pressed tightly together and unable to move.
"Let me go...it's so hot."
She finally found her voice, with a forced composure, but couldn't hide the slight tremor at the end of her words.
Pei Mozhi's pupils contracted sharply, and the dark currents churning in his eyes intensified abruptly.
"XiXi smells so good."
Instead of letting go, he leaned down, his burning lips almost touching her sensitive earlobe.
The scorching heat rushed in, carrying the minty coolness of toothpaste residue and his own burning body temperature, creating a strange, chilling stimulation.
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