A man’s low voice came through: “Do you need hot water?”
“The food in the kitchen is ready. I’ll go get it for you.”
Lin Yuqiu gave a soft “Mmm”.
Then they heard the man’s footsteps leave, and soon he knocked on the door again.
Lin Yuqiu opened the door and watched him bring in two large aluminum buckets of hot water.
The man’s gaze swept over her for only a moment before quickly falling back to the ground. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness, yet remained calm and composed.
“I washed the bathtub many times.”
“There’s also a bathtub in the corner; it’s new.”
“I figured you’d be too embarrassed to go to a public bathhouse, so I had someone make you a bath tub to use at home.”
After speaking, he looked calmly at Lin Yuqiu, waiting for her to make her choice.
Lin Yuqiu pointed to the bathtub, “I’ll use the bathtub to wash.”
The man stopped looking at her and went straight to the bathtub. He first filled it with cold water, rinsed the tub again, and then bent down to pour both tubs of hot water into it.
He turned around and filled the bucket with cold water, holding the edge of the bucket with one hand and slowly mixing the water with a ladle in the other.
Once the water was at the right temperature, he straightened up and suddenly walked over to her.
“Give me the clothes, I’ll take them out, but don’t let them get wet.”
Lin Yuqiu nodded and went to get the neatly folded clothes on the chair, but she accidentally tripped and stumbled forward.
With a muffled thud, the soft flesh on her chest slammed into the man’s firm chest. The unexpected force caused her two plump breasts to shrink back and bury their heads in her round body.
The man reacted quickly, grabbing her lower back and pulling her firmly into his arms to prevent her from falling further.
“Be careful.” The man’s voice was deep, carrying a genuine sense of lingering fear and a warning. “What if your newlywed wife gets hurt?”
Lin Yuqiu didn’t mean it, but her ears involuntarily burned. She quickly pulled away from the man’s embrace, pushed him away, slammed the door shut, and leaned against it, finally unable to stop her heart from racing.
Hot water poured over my body washed away the day’s fatigue.
But Zhou Runqing’s face involuntarily appeared in my mind.
His aloofness and taciturnity, coupled with the occasional gentle and seductive words, his phrase “This is mine,” and the possessiveness in his eyes that sent chills down one’s spine.
After she finished showering, she dried her wet hair with a towel, opened the bathroom door, and went out.
Zhou Runqing was making the bed in the room when he saw her, and his eyes deepened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
Lin Yuqiu was wearing white cotton pajamas, her hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks.
Her cheeks had a healthy blush from being soaked in hot water.
Her eyes were watery, like a clear spring.
Her long eyelashes, like two small fans, trembled slightly.
What truly etched into a man’s mind at first glance was the pure white cotton cloth, seemingly soaked with the water droplets from her body, tightly wrapped around her slender and delicate frame.
The originally loose fabric now resembled a thin wing, outlining the curves of her body in every detail.
As soon as she entered, a faint scent of soap wafted into the room, and when she got closer, there was also a pure and refreshing fragrance of a young girl.
This scent, for men who spend their lives surrounded by men and are used to the smell of sweat and tobacco, is like a refreshing spring, enticing them to take another step closer.
Zhou Runqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly. He restrained himself from looking away, his fingers curling slightly. His voice was low and slightly hoarse: “The bed is made. You go to sleep first. I’ll go wash up.”
Lin Yuqiu nodded, watching the man take his pajamas out and close the door.
My gaze fell on the large red quilt spread out, and my relaxed heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed again. I was filled with unknown uncertainty, but I could only bravely step into this unfamiliar territory.
She lay on the bed, gazing at the moonlight outside the window. As the moment approached, she suddenly felt at peace.
She closed her eyes without realizing it and drifted off to sleep. After some time, the door opened and the sound of a man’s footsteps came from inside.
Immediately afterwards, the quilt behind him was lifted.
Before she could react, or even turn around, the bed sank, the light went out, and the man, still steaming hot, pounced on her.
Like a hunter on a mission, quick, accurate, and ruthless!
Without any warning, the moment she opened her eyes, darkness engulfed everything.
At this moment, all visual senses of the world were completely stripped away, leaving only his hand, which precisely gripped her wrist with such force that it seemed to be embedded into her bones, yet strangely avoiding pain, leaving only an absolute control that she could not break free from.
Lin Yuqiu’s heart leaped into her throat in fear. Before the name could even escape her throat, the man’s lips pressed fiercely against hers.
The heat of his lips and teeth was magnified infinitely. It was not a soft touch, but a predatory and destructive contact that burned her delicate lips, making her scalp tingle and her teeth chatter.
She could clearly feel the subtle trembling of the man hidden within that soft, undulating touch. Each awkward yet predatory touch was like an electric current, exploding like fireworks through her veins.
The man’s breath enveloped her, swallowing her sobs.
The loss of her sight felt like being thrown into an abyss; the only things she could hold onto were his scent, his touch, and his passion.
She was like prey caught in the clutches of a lurking beast, dragged into its den to be slowly devoured, forced to passively endure the surging, possessive devouring.
The man’s low, muffled groans, deep and sexy, resonated with her chest.
She stared blankly, the air in her chest gradually decreasing.
Her vision was still completely black, but she could feel with absolute clarity and shock that the cold and aloof man was now showing such a burning, intense desire for her.
As if she had fallen into a quagmire, having nothing left, she was now being so intensely yearned for.
Her body instantly felt hot, and her heart pounded wildly.
The unprecedented sense of accomplishment from being needed eased her deep-seated vulnerability and anxiety.
She stopped struggling and let herself be burned by the man’s passion, consciously sinking into depravity.
Suddenly, the crackling sound of a radio came from outside the door, followed immediately by a series of clanging and banging sounds of fighting.
It’s like a battlefield battle in an old Chinese opera.
Amidst the noise, Zhou Wanyi’s voice came: “Brother, are you and sister-in-law asleep?”
The ambiguous atmosphere in the room was instantly shattered by this sudden sound.
Lin Yuqiu could feel the man suddenly stop moving and freeze on her.
The next second, with a crisp click, he reached out and turned on the switch by the bedside.
The dim light instantly filled the room, making Lin Yuqiu squint involuntarily. When she adjusted to the light and slowly opened her eyes, she was met with a scene that made her blush.
The man was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark blue military trousers on his lower body.
As the man stood up abruptly, it revealed a broad, upright, and powerfully muscular physique exuding ultimate masculinity.
The well-defined muscles on his chest exuded a powerful and imposing aura, while his sharply defined arms seemed to hold boundless strength. Exposed to the air, they subtly emanated a wild and irresistible aggressive presence.
Just now, her hands were bound, and she was powerless to even struggle, let alone see his body so clearly.
As her gaze inadvertently drifted downwards, she suddenly felt a jolt in her ears, and her cheeks instantly flushed red.
She instantly closed her eyes, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.
The man’s lurking little beast was even more terrifying than those in picture books.
The man almost instantly lifted himself off her and stepped back, not daring to look at her once throughout.
His movements were fluid and graceful. He quickly got out of bed, grabbed the shirt draped over the back of the chair, and nimbly put it on.
Calm and composed, as if she were a completely different person from the passionate one just moments before.
After calming down with his back to her for a while, he walked to the door with a livid face and opened it.