That evening, Zhu Xingtong stood in her bedroom, lost in deep thought.
She clutched her chest, feeling a wave of self-reproach: There is no way I’m a total pervert. Absolutely impossible.
And yet, her eyes remained uncontrollably glued to the frosted glass door of the master bathroom. Through that door… she actually couldn’t see a single thing.
But she could imagine!
Agh!
Was this some kind of divine trial? Her mind was currently filled with nothing but images of Zhong Ying’s bare silhouette!
Zhong Ying had very fair skin and took excellent care of herself. Standing at 170cm, she was far from short; her body was surely like that of a mermaid—slender, long, and smooth.
“Zhu Xingtong, oh Zhu Xingtong! Even if you did hide in your dorm at eighteen and watch all sorts of ‘films’ with your roommates, you can’t be this thirsty, you know? The one showering in there isn’t some actress in a video; she’s not there for your fantasies!”
That’s your “baby”! Your own precious cub!
Zhu Xingtong couldn’t pull her gaze away from the door, descending into self-loathing: You call her your “baby,” yet the moment you became her patron, you started craving her body!
Click.
Suddenly, the glass door handle turned, and the door swung open. A cloud of steam billowed out from the gap. Zhu Xingtong stared intently.
“President Zhu, I’m finished. You…” Zhong Ying stopped mid-sentence. Seeing the look of utter disappointment on Zhu Xingtong’s face, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?”
Zhong Ying was already dressed in a matching pajama set. The oversized black-and-white plaid fabric completely concealed her elegant curves. A bath towel was wrapped around her hair, and her makeup had been removed, revealing a clean, beautiful face.
The scenes Zhu Xingtong had imagined—the towel-only look, the long legs, the “civilized view”—didn’t exist.
I definitely don’t feel like I missed out!
Zhu Xingtong sniffled and shook her head. “It’s nothing. Also, could you please not call me President Zhu? Starting tonight, we are in a ‘sharing-a-bed’ relationship.”
“Then what should I call you?” Zhong Ying rubbed her hair as she walked over to sit on the bedroom sofa. She looked over the already-showered Zhu Xingtong, studied her for a moment, and smiled. “Pikachu?”
Zhu Xingtong immediately covered her cartoon pajamas. “I happen to like Pikachu, so what?”
“Nothing. It’s quite cute.”
Zhu Xingtong pulled out a hair dryer she had prepared, looking eager. “Let me help you dry your hair!”
“I can do it myse—”
“No, no, come on! Sit here!” Zhu Xingtong spread her legs and patted the spot on the sofa between them. “I’ll dry it for you.”
“…Alright.” However, Zhong Ying didn’t sit on the sofa. Instead, she crouched down in front of it, saying with a smile, “Just do it like this; that way you don’t have to hold your arms up so high.” She was slightly taller than Zhu Xingtong.
Zhu Xingtong looked at her profile. Zhong Ying wore no makeup, and her clothes weren’t the least bit sexy. With her damp hair and a simple smile on her face, she looked incredibly warm and gentle.
It felt as if something had clicked into place in Zhu Xingtong’s heart. Wasn’t this the whole reason she had come to this world?
“Baby… your hair is so beautiful,” Zhu Xingtong murmured. She switched on the hair dryer and began to dry Zhong Ying’s hair with focused care.
Enjoying the attentive service, Zhong Ying joked, “What’s with ‘Baby’? Is that a nickname you gave me?”
“You signed my agreement, so you’re my baby!” Zhu Xingtong announced loudly.
“Then what should I call you? Sugar Mommy?”
“Don’t! Definitely don’t!” Zhu Xingtong’s brow twitched. If Zhong Ying called her “Mommy,” wouldn’t she be a total beast for craving her body?
“Oh. Well then, let me think about it.”
“Yes, you do that.”
Zhong Ying seemed to go quiet as she pondered a name. Seeing her silence, Zhu Xingtong also quieted down. The only sound in the room was the hum of the dryer. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the stars were out, bringing a sense of peace and warmth to their hearts.
“I’ve got it.” The moment Zhu Xingtong clicked the dryer off, Zhong Ying looked up at her.
Their eyes met, and Zhu Xingtong suddenly felt her cheeks flush. Their current posture was a bit too intimate.
“What is it?”
Zhong Ying stood up, but just as she was about to speak, she lost her balance. She stumbled forward, falling right into Zhu Xingtong—a very solid, direct collision.
Zhu Xingtong’s thought: So… so soft.
“Are you okay, Zhu Xiaobao?”
Zhu Xingtong’s head snapped up. “What did you just call me?”
Zhong Ying braced one hand against the back of the sofa and patted Zhu Xingtong’s head with the other, smiling sweetly. “Bao. Zhu Xiaobao.”
Zhu Xingtong protested, “I’m a powerful CEO! A CEO!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t call you that in public.” Zhong Ying stood up and rubbed her legs, which had gone numb from crouching.
Zhu Xingtong: “???”
This was very strange. Did she mean she would only call her that when they were alone? Wait.
“Are you… flirting with me?” Zhu Xingtong looked at her with suspicion, as if facing a great enemy. This woman was acting suspicious!
Zhong Ying gave a perfectly innocent smile. “I’m not.”
Zhu Xingtong: “???”
“Really?”
“Mm. In my heart, you’re just a child.” Zhong Ying curled her lips into a smirk and pinched Zhu Xingtong’s cheek. “Your turn to get your hair dried, Zhu Xiaobao.”
A child…
Zhu Xingtong looked down at her own chest. “Do children have chests this big?!”
Zhong Ying: “…”
She replied expressionlessly, “Zhu Xiaobao, give me the dryer. I’ll dry your hair, then it’s time for bed.”
“…Oh.” Zhu Xingtong deflated instantly.
In truth, she wasn’t that perverted. She had read somewhere that girls are actually more “thirsty” than boys. Anyway, it wasn’t her fault! Yes, exactly!
The sound of the hair dryer started up again. Feeling those long fingers running through her hair, Zhu Xingtong thought—
Her “baby” was truly gentle. Whoever her baby ended up with in the future would be very lucky.
But not yet. For now, her baby belonged to her!