For the first time in her two lives, Ning Yuan was "drunk," and her brain was completely turned into a muddy mess by the alcohol and hot water.
Knowing only that he was helping her and wouldn't harm her, she obediently opened her slender, snow-white legs to him.
Rong Zhaonan just stared at her, his clear eyes growing darker and darker. He knew he shouldn't be staring.
However... the visual impact is more direct than the simple touch of the past.
This was the first time he had seen her so clearly; before, she was only half-undressed, and the lights were off.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, closed his eyes, squatted down, and continued pretending he was cleaning a weapon...
Soviet-made AKs... German-made MP5s... Israeli Uzis... flashed through my mind.
"It hurts... Rong Zhaonan... It hurts... You're rubbing me with this towel... Hiccup... It hurts!"
The limp, unconscious girl suddenly struggled, punching his shoulder and shouting.
Alcohol amplified her emotions and suppressed her rationality. She glared at him angrily from the pain, twisting her body as she tried to escape the chair.
Rong Zhaonan was washing her when she twisted him like that, causing him to gasp and freeze.
His wrist was trapped between her legs, his pupils contracted slightly, and his cold, narrow phoenix eyes were already filled with a wild desire that he himself was unaware of.
Her large eyes were unfocused, glistening with tears, devoid of any power, but instead appearing pitiful, arousing a sadistic urge in people's hearts.
He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again. She wasn't some tough light machine gun; she was incredibly delicate and cried after just a quick wipe with a towel!
Rong Zhaonan grabbed her snow-white lower back to prevent her from struggling to the ground, and said in a hoarse and annoyed voice, "You're being difficult... I don't need a towel anymore."
He was confused; he forgot that she was like a lump of soft tofu, not resistant to damage.
She dazedly whispered, "You...you...promise...it won't hurt...be gentle..."
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes and coaxed in a hoarse voice, "I promise, I'll be gentle."
Ning Yuan obediently hugged his shoulders, opened her legs, rested her face on his strong, smooth shoulders, and closed her eyes: "Sleepy...I'm so sleepy...Rong Zhaonan..."
He patiently put down the towel and personally helped her wash her body, trying to be as gentle as possible.
It was just a simple rinse with shower gel foam, which should have taken only a few minutes, but it felt incredibly long to him, and his ears felt like they were burning hot.
His sexy Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he pulled his hand back with difficulty: "Okay... does it still hurt?"
He was suppressing his emotions so much that the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Rong Zhaonan's usually cold eyes were red with suppressed emotion, and he dared not look at the warm, soft woman in his arms.
He's a normal man, not a eunuch!
Rong Zhaonan took a deep breath, then simply pulled out his belt and tied her hands behind the chair, binding her wrists like a prisoner, to prevent her from slipping to the ground.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Be a good girl and sit still. Don't bother me anymore. I'll take a shower first, then wash your feet, and then I'll carry you out to rest."
After saying that, Rong Zhaonan turned around and unbuttoned his pants, neatly pulling off both his outer pants and underwear.
Incidentally, he also adjusted the valve to release the cold water from the other cold water tank.
The cool water on a summer night wasn't too cold, but it was enough to calm him down a bit.
He couldn't take advantage of someone's misfortune, and he didn't care for a woman who would make conditions when she was his wife.
Ning Yuan was dazed and confused as she was tied to a stool with her hands behind her back. She instinctively struggled.
Why is she tied up again...?
She's home... Rong Zhaonan saved her... no... Xiaobai saved her... she just climbed a tree... a big tree...
Ning Yuan struggled wildly and managed to free her hands from the belt, using the shower gel on her arms.
With a sudden effort, she almost fell. Instinctively, she grabbed around wildly and finally managed to grab the hot water pipe, barely managing to keep herself from falling flat on her backside.
Then, she heard a muffled groan that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure coming from beside her.
Ning Yuan was also startled by the cold water falling on her.
She drowsily raised her eyes, and in the dim yellow light, she saw water droplets glide across the man's handsome, angry yet fierce eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his tightly pursed thin lips, his collarbone, down to his powerful chest muscles and well-defined abdominal muscles, and his V-line.
She stared, dumbfounded...
"Ning Yuan! Let me go, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
His eyes completely changed; his usually cold gaze was now filled with anger, or rather, lust.
Ning Yuan huddled up, tilting her head and murmuring, "So cold, so cold... Why isn't the hot water pipe working? I need hot water..."
He could no longer tolerate it and grabbed Ning Yuan, pinching her wrist to force her to let go of the hands that were messing with him.
He's gone mad, actually speaking human language to a drunkard!
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes, then casually turned the shower valve to hot water, roughly brushing his soaked bangs behind his head to reveal his delicate and sharp features.
He looked down at the girl in his arms, who was hiccuping in a daze. His eyes, which were usually as dark and cold as if painted with fine brushstrokes, were now filled with an aggressive and irritating fire.
He said hoarsely, "Ning Yuan, you've asked for trouble. Lie down properly, I won't really do anything to you!"
He pressed the limp girl in his arms against the painted wall with her back to him, lifted her legs, and pressed down on her fiercely while breathing heavily.
With his other hand, he reached under her armpit and wagged his hand under her chin, forcing her to turn her head.
His passionate yet somewhat awkward kiss landed on her lips, carrying desire and anger as he conquered her.
The girl's choked, murmuring voice drifted through the steamy bathroom.
...
The hot water was long gone, so Rong Zhaonan took a towel and carried the girl, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, back to the room.
He helped her put on her pajamas, and only then did he notice the deep, bloody teeth marks on her arms—
A sharp pain flashed in Rong Zhaonan's eyes; those were the marks she had made while biting herself to stay sober under the influence of alcohol.
He always knew she was a smart and calm girl...
In some ways, she was even cold-blooded, both to him and to herself.
Looking at the teeth marks that looked like they were about to bite off his own flesh, Rong Zhaonan's cold eyes deepened.
He took the medicine prescribed by the doctor and carefully applied it to Ning Yuan's wounds.
He had fought on the front lines for so many years and served as a barefoot doctor for three years, so he understood external injuries.
However, he didn't understand why this sleeping girl was so conflicted...
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