“President Qin, don’t you want to explain what’s happening right now?”
Qin Yu had imagined countless possibilities, but he never expected Wen Wu to ask him so calmly.
“I…”
“I…”
“Qin Yu, why are you stammering?”
Wen Wu tilted her head slightly, amused.
Considering why she had suddenly appeared in this unfamiliar place— and in front of a man she had met for the first time only last night, wearing black pajamas— any normal person, man or woman, would be terrified.
They might try to flee, or curse and call the police on the one who brought them here.
But Wen Wu was no normal person.
She was a goddess.
Besides, she had come for Qin Yu.
Even if he did something extreme, she could understand and accept it.
After all, the male leads in stories like this couldn’t be judged by ordinary standards.
Their thoughts and actions were completely different from ordinary people.
They spent their lives craving someone to love them fiercely and unwaveringly, as strong as life and death, and to always stand by their side.
What they desired was a love so obsessive and entangled that nothing could sever it.
Realizing the girl wasn’t angry or afraid, Qin Yu, still with wet hair, hurried to her side.
“Ah—sorry.”
“Wen Wu, please don’t be mad at me, okay?”
“I just… I just wanted to be closer to you.”
“Last night, you ignored me… I felt really bad.”
Wen Wu looked at the nearly 190 cm tall man standing there, his posture rigid, head lowered.
Guilty, afraid of her anger, Qin Yu appeared unusually flustered and helpless.
His normally deep, magnetic voice sounded pitiful in Wen Wu’s ears.
“Is this your home?”
Her soft, gentle voice spoke again.
Qin Yu nodded hastily.
Seeing him still hesitate, head down, unwilling to look at her, Wen Wu smiled softly and lifted the blanket, rising from the bed.
She still wore the pink nightgown she had changed into before bed last night.
A delicate pink slip dress, revealing her fair, tender skin and slender waist.
The straps barely covered her thighs, so when she stood barefoot before Qin Yu, her exquisite figure was fully exposed to his eyes.
Her warm, soft body so close caused Qin Yu’s ears, neck, and even face to flush deeply.
“Qin Yu, your hair is still wet. Why didn’t you dry it before coming out?”
Wen Wu’s words turned his face tomato-red.
If she knew the real reason—his overwhelming, indescribable desire for her—he would never hear the end of it.
Ever since he had stolen Wen Wu here, his hair had been like this.
“Your face is so hot. Are you sick?”
Concern filled her eyes as she naturally reached out to touch his face.
“Uh—”
The gentle touch made Qin Yu involuntarily groan.
His eyes turned deep red, filled with obsession and dependence.
His heartbeat raced, dopamine surged.
The excitement radiated not just in his gaze but through his body.
He felt he might need another cold shower.
Shifting his gaze, he avoided Wen Wu’s clear, morning-fog-like eyes, but when it fell on her fair, delicate feet, a flicker of regret crossed his expression.
How had he not noticed she was barefoot?
Even though he avoided looking into her eyes, his hands didn’t hesitate.
His large, strong hands gripped her slim waist without a second thought.
He tightened his hold, lifting her slightly so she could step on the tops of his feet.
“The floor is cold; it’s not good to be barefoot.”
“Step on me—then it won’t be cold.”
Fearing she might push him away, Qin Yu lowered his gaze and hurriedly explained.
Wen Wu wasn’t foolish; she knew his little scheme.
Otherwise, he could have just had a servant bring her slippers.
She indulged him, letting him hold her by the waist while standing on his feet.
“Qin Yu, your feet are so big.”
Her small, fair face looked seriously at the ground.
Her tiny feet on top of his slippers were no match for his large size.
Hearing her innocently comment, Qin Yu’s mind wandered elsewhere.
Was Wen Wu hinting that she liked big things?
Then… his thoughts drifted to himself.
It should… please her.
“Your hair’s so wet. Can I help you dry it?”
She threaded her delicate fingers through his hair. To allow her better access, Qin Yu lowered his head.
Hearing Wen Wu wanted to dry his hair, he suppressed his excitement and bowed his head.
“Okay.”
He carried her to the wet/dry separated bathroom, laid a clean bathrobe on the counter, and helped her sit.
From the other side, he handed her the hairdryer after plugging it in.
“Qin Yu, lower your head. I can’t reach.”
He obediently lowered his head.
Truly, he was as compliant as could be.
If his rivals or employees saw this, they might refuse to believe that this was Qin Yu, the ruthless, feared, murderous president of the Qin Corporation.
Warm air flowed through his hair.
Her gentle motions made him squint in pleasure.
From his bent-over angle, Qin Yu’s gaze was full of her smooth, white skin.
Her delicate collarbones, her barely-covered curves—they assaulted his eyes.
Especially her chest—Qin Yu felt it ignite something deep inside him.
Just as he was about to lose his mind, the hairdryer stopped.
Wen Wu’s gentle voice spoke:
“That’s enough. Did I set the hairdryer too hot? Why is your face so red?”
Her clear eyes were full of concern.
“No… it’s fine. The temperature is okay; it’s just too warm in here.”
Hearing his clumsy excuse, Wen Wu glanced at the air conditioner.
Yes, it was warm—so warm she felt she might catch a cold.
“Wen Wu, I…”
“I want to hug you. Is that okay?”
Qin Yu’s long, wet black hair partially obscured his eyes, giving him a dark, seductive aura.
After drying, his hair was naturally tousled, falling across his forehead, looking like a handsome, reserved college student, completely different from his business persona.
At work, his hair was always slicked back, emphasizing his sharp, aggressive features.
Now, he looked softer, more youthful.
Wen Wu’s heart softened, and she naturally agreed.
“Qin Yu, hug me~”
Her charming voice barely faded before she was pulled into his broad, strong chest.
Through the thin silk of her nightgown, his heated palms pressed against her, firm and unyielding.
He held her delicate waist tightly, giving her no chance to resist.
His sharp, handsome features nestled against her fair neck.
Hot breaths tickled her skin.
When Wen Wu tried to shift, Qin Yu tightened his hold even more.
“Hold tight.”
“Qin Yu, be gentle.”
“You’re squeezing my waist so hard. I won’t run.”
Since Wen Wu’s back faced the bathroom mirror, she couldn’t see his expression—but he could see hers clearly.
In the mirror, his eyes were filled with thick desire and possessiveness.
Obsession and madness were written plainly on his face.
Hearing her soft, timid voice, heat surged through him.
A drop of crimson appeared at his nose, falling onto the sink.
“Plop.”