Still lingering in the chill, he stood by Zi Xi's bedside, torn between his inner turmoil and his own conscience.
Reason screams to retreat, but the body has its own will.
In the end, he lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down.
Almost the instant he touched her body temperature, his arm was drawn to her like an invisible magnet, uncontrollably and with an almost desperate stubbornness, wrapping around her slender and soft waist again, pulling her into his arms.
That warm, fragrant touch came clearly again, even more so than before.
The flames that had just been suppressed by the cold water suddenly surged back with even greater ferocity, burning his vision and causing his blood to boil and surge once more!
Pei Mo cursed under his breath, practically sprang out of his warm bed, and rushed into the bathroom again.
The icy water drenched him once again.
This time, he stayed inside longer, only leaving when things calmed down.
The cycle repeats itself night after night.
Three expensive silk robes were soaked through and piled haphazardly on the cold bathroom floor tiles.
Each brief embrace was like drinking poison to quench thirst, bringing only deeper depravity and more intense backlash.
As dawn approached, he finally lay down beside her, utterly exhausted, but his arms remained stubbornly and unquestionably wrapped tightly around her, as if suffering from a skin hunger disorder.
A deep longing clamored within me, yet I was torn apart by the exhaustion that was repeatedly extinguished by cold water.
In this extreme torment of extremes, he held her tightly all night, greedily absorbing the warmth from her unconscious body as she slept.
As dawn broke, a sliver of gray-white light seeped through the gaps in the heavy curtains.
Zixi in her arms finally stirred.
"...It's hot...I need to take a shower..."
She squirmed uncomfortably in his arms, mumbling sleepily.
Pei Mozhi's heart clenched.
He looked into her sleepy, confused eyes, a mixture of shame from the countless struggles of the previous night and the desperate impulse of the moment.
"How about the husband bathes the baby?"
His Adam's apple bobbed violently. He sat up abruptly, wrapped her tightly in the thin blanket, and then bent down to pick her up in his arms.
"Put me down... I can do it myself..."
Zi Xi struggled, still half asleep.
"Baby, stop moving, you can't hold it in any longer."
His voice was terribly hoarse, with an undeniable tension. He held her as if she were a fragile treasure, striding into the master bedroom's bathroom and carefully placing her on a large bath stool covered with soft velvet cushions.
Warm water gurgled in the huge jacuzzi, rising into a misty white steam.
Pei Mozhi turned his back to her and took a deep breath, as if gathering all the courage he had in his life.
He picked up the soft bath sponge, squeezed on her usual gardenia-scented shower gel, and snow-white foam instantly welled up. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes held a dark, desperate glint.
"Don't look at me, close your eyes."
He turned around, his voice as cold as a string that might snap at any moment.
Zi Xi didn't seem to be fully awake yet, and closed her eyes in a daze as instructed.
With trembling hands, he pressed the foam-covered bath sponge onto her shoulders and neck.
The delicate, warm touch of the skin was transmitted through the bath sponge, a hundred times more clearly than when embracing through clothes.
Every unintentional gliding of his fingertips across her smooth back, her beautiful shoulder blades, and her slender arms felt like a faint electric current coursing through him, triggering an even more intense tremor within his body.
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