She clung to his back, and he steadily carried her on his back.
She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling safe and warm.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Shen Muzhi noticed that Xiang Zhilan on his back was unusually silent, so he turned his head and asked.
She opened her mouth, hesitated, then pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
Shen Muzhi steadied her knees and quickly walked towards the door.
Upon entering the house, the maid immediately stepped forward, took Xiang Zhilan's bag and umbrella, and handed a towel to Shen Muzhi.
Shen Muzhi wiped the raindrops from his hair, and Xiang Zhilan reached out to help him wipe them, saying softly, "I brought an umbrella, you didn't really need to come out to pick me up."
"I know you brought an umbrella." He lowered his head and let her wipe it; he simply wanted to come out and meet her.
Xiang Zhilan dried his hair, then slowly lowered her hand. Looking down, she saw that his trouser legs were wet, while she herself only had her shoes slightly wet when she stepped out of the car.
"Sir, the hot water is ready," the maid said as she came over.
Shen Muzhi grasped Xiang Zhilan's hand and led him upstairs. After a few steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back to Butler Chen, saying, "Have the chef add some warming chicken soup."
After saying that, he took Xiang Zhilan's hand and continued upstairs, holding her hand tightly. He frowned slightly and said, "Why are your hands so cold?"
"It's nothing," Xiang Zhilan shook her head.
Shen Muzhi led her directly into the bathroom, which was already filled with steam from the hot water, making it warm and cozy.
Xiang Zhilan stared blankly as he wrung out a hot towel and wiped her face and hands to keep them warm.
As he wrung out the towel from the basin, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressed her cheek against his back, and closed her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Shen Muzhi felt that Xiang Zhilan was acting strangely today, as if she had something on her mind. He took her hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Xiang Zhilan didn't answer. She just leaned against his broad back, as if she could forget her troubles. She wished she could stay like this forever.
"Is work not going well?" Shen Muzhi held her hand and asked softly.
"I..." Xiang Zhilan paused before speaking, pursing her lips, "It's nothing."
She released his waist and said, "Change your pants, it must be uncomfortable with your legs wet."
Hearing her concern for him, Shen Muzhi turned around, put one arm around her waist, and pulled her hand to his belt with the other, saying in a low, magnetic voice, "Will you help me change?"
Normally, she would have spat and pushed him away, so his words were just a joke. But she actually lowered her head and helped him undo his belt, taking off his pants without a trace of impure thought.
Even if she had no evil intentions, it was impossible for him to remain unresponsive. But as soon as she unzipped his pants, the dormant young general was about to begin his rallying cry.
He tightened his grip on her hand and began to move erratically, his breathing becoming heavy. But she seemed oblivious to his change, and even squatted down to make him lift his leg, pulling his pants off completely and throwing them into the laundry basket.
"Zhi Lan." He pulled her into his arms. Although he really wanted to do something, he wasn't that much of a beast. He could tell she was acting strangely today, and asked worriedly, "What happened?"
Xiang Zhilan clutched Shen Muzhi's shirt, biting her lip. She couldn't hold back any longer; she should tell him.
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