Lin Qiao was lost in thought, recalling the eventful years since she had entered the world of the book. Before she could finish her reverie, suddenly... Luo Nanchen walked in.
Lin Qiao: “...”
Luo Nanchen: “...”
At this moment, Lin Qiao was naked and soaking comfortably in the bath. Although there were many rose petals floating on the surface of the pool, it couldn't change the fact that she was completely bare.
Completely naked in the water.
Luo Nanchen, who had just come in to find some clothes, was originally heading straight for them. But—
He just didn't have much self - control.
... When it came to anything related to Lin Qiao, Luo Nanchen never had much self - control.
If Mo Xiujie were here, he would probably add, “It's not just a little lacking. When facing Lin Qiao, Luo Nanchen's self - control is practically non - existent...”
Luo Nanchen saw Lin Qiao looking at him blankly. Then the blank look gradually turned into a shy one, and her cheeks and ears slowly turned pink, then red.
Like a ripening fruit.
Luo Nanchen felt his composure slipping away.
... He even felt a certain part of his body reacting, and it was so obvious that it couldn't be hidden.
Lin Qiao asked cautiously, “That—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Luo Nanchen had already walked over and stood by the bath. “Xiaolin, I want to take a bath too... Can we do it together?”
His voice was hoarse and his breathing uneven, clearly showing his arousal.
Lin Qiao couldn't help but glance at that part of Luo Nanchen.
That one glance made Lin Qiao feel as if her blood was boiling. Her face turned completely red.
“Can't you at least wait until I get dressed...”
Although they had already been intimate, and although Luo Nanchen's body was truly perfect—
But Lin Qiao, a nearly thirty - year - old single woman, was experiencing all this for the first time.
... She needed some time to adjust.
Being completely naked in front of each other still made her a little embarrassed...
Luo Nanchen simply stepped into the bath. The water with floating petals rippled slightly, and the surface of the water was no longer calm. And it would never be calm again.
The water soaked Luo Nanchen's clothes, and the silk clung tightly to his body, clearly showing the outline of his muscles. His well - defined, inverted - triangle figure and the V - line were extremely attractive.
Lin Qiao felt her mouth go dry.
... Damn it. She had gotten so used to Luo Nanchen that she could no longer control herself. In the past, she could hold back, but now all she wanted was to throw herself at him.
Luo Nanchen walked closer step by step. “Xiaolin, I can't take it anymore. Please...”
... What couldn't he take?
What was he asking her for?
Lin Qiao was already dazed by the warmth of the bath and completely bewitched by Luo Nanchen. “Okay...”
She just wanted to agree to whatever Luo Nanchen asked.
That night was extremely passionate and tender.
...
They slept until late in the morning the next day. The sunlight outside cast mottled shadows on the window, looking like a picturesque landscape painting.
Lin Qiao opened her sleepy eyes. The first thing she saw was Luo Nanchen, looking at her intently with a smile on his lips.
Lin Qiao: “...”
Was this guy never tired? Didn't he need to sleep in the morning? Was he really that happy just watching her sleep?
Staring at each other, Lin Qiao quickly buried her head in the quilt.
Luo Nanchen's voice came from outside the quilt. “Are you feeling better?”
... How could he even ask?
Last night, he had been like a madman, pinning her against the edge of the bath. He was like a wound - up machine, not knowing when to stop but becoming even more aggressive.
Her waist had been pressed against the edge of the bath all night, and it still hurt...
Now Luo Nanchen seemed to know when to stop. “Get up. Breakfast is ready outside, waiting for us.”
Lin Qiao snorted and slowly poked her head out of the quilt. Pouting, she looked both unwilling and forced to compromise. “... What's for breakfast?”
“Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, spicy soup, and Chinese crepes—”
“I'm getting up. Right now.”
Luo Nanchen smiled, his eyes filled with helplessness and doting.
Lin Qiao lifted the quilt and found that she had been tidied up neatly last night. Luo Nanchen had taken care of everything, like bathing her and putting on her underclothes, while she was half - conscious.
Sure enough, he was a perfect man.
When Lin Qiao lifted the quilt, Luo Nanchen put a coat on her; when she crawled to the edge of the bed, Luo Nanchen helped her put on her shoes; when she got out of bed, Luo Nanchen dressed her.
He even took care of her hair.
Lin Qiao: “...”
Lin Qiao: “Don't turn me into a useless person who can't take care of myself. It'll be a big problem.”
A Lin Qiao who couldn't take care of herself, who needed him for everything, and who couldn't live without him... Luo Nanchen thought for a while and seemed to realize something, understanding the seriousness of the situation.
He nodded seriously. “Well, that's even better. That's exactly what I want.”
Lin Qiao: “...”