"Bǎo, wh-what's wrong?" Lin Xuan gulped nervously.
This position made him feel uneasy.
Su Hua didn't speak, only sniffed at Lin Xuan's clothes and neck.
Hmm.
A satisfied gleam flickered in Su Hua's eyes.
No perfume scent—seems like A-Xuan hasn't been getting too close to other women. On this point, he's been quite obedient.
Su Hua remained silent, and Lin Xuan didn’t dare move a muscle.
He knew he had to go along with whatever Su Hua wanted right now.
"A-Xuan." Su Hua pressed down on Lin Xuan, her slender, jade-like fingers tapping his nose. "How many women were at the banquet today?"
Lin Xuan thought for a moment. "Probably eight."
Su Hua's eyes narrowed instantly, her beautiful gaze turning dangerous. "Eight? A-Xuan paid that much attention? You even remember the exact number?"
Lin Xuan: "..."
Wasn’t she the one who asked?
Come to think of it, he’d slipped up. He should’ve said he didn’t notice, that he hadn’t paid attention…
Su Hua’s fingers trailed down to Lin Xuan’s chest. "My A-Xuan is so handsome—I bet those women couldn’t take their eyes off you, right? Were they all staring?"
This time, Lin Xuan didn’t dare tell the full truth.
Many of those women had been eyeing him openly, some even trying to get his contact info.
It was only thanks to Dahe that he’d avoided those advances.
Even though nothing had happened, Su Hua was a jealous creature.
If she found out, she’d definitely get possessive.
And if Su Hua got jealous, his kidneys would suffer.
Lin Xuan chose his words carefully. "Bǎo, I dressed so plainly—anyone could tell I’m not rich. Those women weren’t interested."
"Oh?"
Su Hua chuckled lowly.
"But plenty of women care more about looks than money. Like Shen Qianqian… or Chen Ting, the daughter of the orphanage director you respect so much. They all thought you were handsome and tried to seduce you, didn’t they?"
Lin Xuan frowned.
She still remembered Shen Qianqian? That was ages ago.
"Bǎo," he said seriously, "the women at this banquet might be different—they probably only care about money."
"Besides, Dahe introduced me as someone with a girlfriend right away. No one would go after a guy who’s both broke and taken, right?"
Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
A-Xuan’s ability to lie with a straight face was getting impressive.
She didn’t call him out, though.
"You haven’t showered yet, have you?" Su Hua suddenly asked.
"Not yet," Lin Xuan admitted. "I was about to, but then you woke up and pinned me here."
"Perfect. I haven’t either. Let’s shower together, A-Xuan."
Earlier, while napping in the living room, she’d had a strange dream—one where Lin Xuan was at Wang Dahe’s birthday party, flirting left and right.
Wang Dahe had tried to stop him, but Lin Xuan had just said, "When I’m not around, I can do whatever I want."
The thought of that dream made her chest tighten.
She needed to vent.
Only when she and A-Xuan were inseparable did she feel truly at ease, truly happy.
Only then could she be sure he was hers—Su Hua’s man, and no one else’s.
Lin Xuan’s heart skipped a beat.
Showering together? Every time Su Hua dragged him into the shower, things always escalated…
Were his kidneys doomed tonight after all?
"What’s wrong? Did those women outside enchant you so much you don’t want to shower with me anymore?" Su Hua teased.
"No, no!" Lin Xuan shook his head.
"Then carry me to the shower, A-Xuan." Su Hua whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.
"Okay."
He nodded obediently.
Did he have a choice?
Absolutely not.
Lin Xuan lifted Su Hua and carried her to the bathroom.
The shower turned on.
Water cascaded over them, soaking their clothes.
Cold tiles pressed against his back.
Before him stood a mesmerizing woman.
Su Hua wrapped her arms around Lin Xuan’s neck, their lips meeting in a deep, intoxicating kiss.
"A-Xuan, I love you… so, so much." Her eyes burned with obsessive devotion.
She’d give her life for him if she had to.
He was hers—her man, and hers alone.
No one could take him away.
"I love you too, Bǎo." Lin Xuan’s voice was thick with desire, his gaze darkening.
Their breaths grew heavier.
Just as Lin Xuan thought Su Hua would take things further, she pulled away.
"A-Xuan, I’m done. You take your time. I’m a little tired."
"And A-Xuan… this part of you belongs to me."
Her eyes lingered on a certain part of him, a playful smile curving her lips.
"So don’t take care of it yourself, got it? If you do… you’ll be punished."
If he finished things on his own, what would she have left to enjoy later?
Su Hua wrapped herself in a robe and left the bathroom.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Teased and then abandoned—again!
But he could tell Su Hua was just as worked up. Why had she stopped this time?
Lin Xuan frowned, baffled.
This wasn’t like her.
For some reason, his temples throbbed—a bad feeling creeping over him. Like Su Hua was planning something worse.
Then again, maybe he was overthinking it.
Maybe she really was just tired.
Lin Xuan relaxed, humming cheerfully as he finished his shower.
Once done, he stepped out.
Su Hua sat on the bed in her robe, flipping through a magazine—completely normal.
Lin Xuan sighed in relief.
Guess he’d been paranoid.
Su Hua’s little "surprises" had left him jumpy.
"Bǎo, I thought you were tired. Why aren’t you asleep yet?" he asked.
Su Hua smirked. "I was waiting for you, of course."
Noticing his still-damp hair, she grabbed a hairdryer.
"Let me dry your hair, A-Xuan."
"Thanks, Bǎo."
Lin Xuan sat on the bed while Su Hua ran her fingers through his hair, the warm air from the dryer blending with her gentle massage.
He closed his eyes, savoring the comfort.
Su Hua’s technique was amazing.
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