After Su Luoyan finished her bath, she sat in front of the dressing table for her skincare routine. These skincare products had been brought to her by Fu Shen Nan, all from top-tier brands.
She glanced at the door, hesitating whether to lock it, but realized it would be useless—he always found a way to open it.
After a while, there was the sound of the doorknob turning. Su Luoyan looked toward the door as Fu Cheng Shen walked in.
He had already bathed and changed into a deep blue silk pajama set with a draped fit. The top two buttons were left undone, revealing his fair chest. His soft bangs fell against his forehead, unstyled, and he held his phone, replying to messages. He looked a few years younger than usual.
Fu Cheng Shen tossed his phone onto the bed and walked behind Su Luoyan. He wrapped his arms around her from the front, pulling her shoulders into his embrace and encircling her in his arms. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he closed his eyes, breathing in the girl’s fragrance—intoxicating and dizzying.
“So fragrant,” he murmured in a low, captivating voice.
Su Luoyan’s ears flushed red. Watching their intimate reflection in the mirror, she reached up and touched his face. His skin was clean, almost poreless. She couldn’t help but feel envious—how could a man have such flawless skin without even needing a skincare routine? If not for his commanding presence, his looks alone would make him seem like a pretty boy.
“How is your skin so good?”
Hearing her question, Fu Cheng Shen actually thought about it seriously and offered some advice.
“Don’t stay up late, eat light, exercise more.”
Su Luoyan: “…” It was indeed useful advice, but she couldn’t follow any of it.
She squeezed a few drops of serum into her palm, rubbed her hands together, and wriggled slightly. “Let me go first.”
Fu Cheng Shen knew what she wanted to do and released her, allowing her to apply the product to his face.
Su Luoyan’s movements were gentle and skilled as she spread the serum across his face. “You’re almost thirty—you should start taking care of your skin.”
“Hmm?” Fu Cheng Shen drew out the sound, his tone questioning.
Su Luoyan pretended to be clueless and smiled. “Brother, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that even though you’re almost thirty, you still look like a college student.”
“Too late.”
Fu Cheng Shen’s voice turned icy as he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Su Luoyan looked at him fearfully, swallowing hard as she scooted back toward the headboard. But he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
Pinning her beneath him, he whispered in her ear, “Is it gone?”
Su Luoyan knew exactly what he meant and nodded shyly. “It’s clean.”
Despite her embarrassment, she didn’t forget to remind him, “Turn off the light.”
…
The room was plunged into darkness, not a sliver of light seeping in. She wore a button-up pajama top, which was now undone and discarded somewhere in the room. Their naked bodies pressed together, his kisses falling densely across her skin.
The battle lasted a long time, until Su Luoyan didn’t even have the strength to lift her arms. She lay sprawled on Fu Cheng Shen’s chest, too exhausted to speak.
Fu Cheng Shen turned on the bedside wall lamp, its dim light casting a soft glow over their faces. On the wall, two shadows nestled closely together.
He pulled tissues from the box and cleaned them both. Then he kissed Su Luoyan’s lips, gently sucking and licking before finally letting go.”I’ll go get a towel to wipe you down, okay?”
Su Luoyan felt sticky all over and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Carry me to take a bath.”
Fu Cheng Shen flipped over, propping himself up on the bed with his hands, his voice strained. “Since we’re going to bathe soon anyway, let’s do it one more time.”
“Fu Cheng Shen, you beast!”
“…”
After that, she couldn’t form a complete sentence again.
Always sincere, always fooled. Su Luoyan finally understood that saying. Later, in the bathroom, they did it once more. All she remembered was the steam-filled bathroom, the cold tiles, and the hot water pouring over her body.