Zhao Yiming decided to check in to a nearby hotel before returning to his apartnt. The place simply wasn’t comfortable enough for two people—not to ntion, he knew Su ilin wouldn’t feel safe there anymore.
After all, it was the sa apartnt complex where her husband had died. Too much had happened in the last twenty-four hours. She needed sowhere quiet, clean, and far away from those mories.
Before heading to their room, they stopped by a store and picked out so clothes. It was a short trip, mostly in silence, but a necessary one.
When they finally arrived at the hotel, the room greeted them with a spacious layout, soft lighting, and cool air.
The window revealed a sweeping view of the city skyline—bustling, but far away enough to feel peaceful.
The mont they stepped inside, Su ilin let out a long sigh and collapsed onto the bed. Her limbs ached from sitting stiffly for hours at the hospital.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to rest—her body begged for it—but her mind had been in chaos all night.
Conflicting thoughts, guilt, sha, and grief circled endlessly, and before she realized it, morning had already arrived.
Zhao Yiming quietly placed the shopping bags by the table and sat down beside her.
"Don’t you want to take a bath first?" he asked. "You haven’t taken one since yesterday, right?"
Su ilin groaned and turned her back to him, burying her face in the sheets.
"I know I sll disgusting... but I’m too tired to move."
Zhao Yiming chuckled as he gently tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.
"You don’t sll disgusting at all. Honestly, it’s kind of hot... your scent is intoxicating."
She blinked, blushing hard. "Why do you say things like that so easily? Don’t you feel even a little embarrassed?"
"Why would I?" he replied with a grin. "That’s how I feel about you."
Before she could argue, he suddenly scooped her up into his arms, lifting her bridal-style.
"W-What are you doing?!" she yelped, startled by the sudden movent.
"Taking you to the bathroom," he said calmly, walking over and nudging the door open. "You need to wash up, ilin."
He set her down gently in front of the entrance, but she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him, clearly annoyed.
"What?" he teased. "Do you want to bathe you?"
She tilted her head with a smirk, her arms wrapping around his neck.
"Of course. You think I’d let you go halfway like that? Let’s shower together, then."
Zhao Yiming blinked in surprise—but only for a mont. Then he let out a small laugh and followed her lead as they stepped into the bathroom together.
They took off each other’s clothes and pants as they joked and laughed, their voices echoing through the bathroom. Zhao Yiming reached behind her and unhooked the clasp of her bra with ease.
"Ugh, I sll all over!" Su ilin groaned as her bra ca off, finally giving her chest so relief. "And that bra was pure torture."
"Torturing you? I’m the one being tortured here," Zhao Yiming muttered as she turned around.
The kiss and bite marks from the night before were still visible on her smooth, sexy body.
Her perky pink breasts were slightly bruised from their passion, but the mischievous smile on her lips said she didn’t mind. In fact, she seed proud of it.
"What? Do you want this?" she grinned, cupping her breasts and pressing them together, making them jiggle slightly.
Zhao Yiming’s hand twitched, tempted, he stretched it but instead of touching her breasts he stepped forward to turn on the bathtub faucet and check the temperature.
"Hmm... This hotel really does have a great bathroom," he said casually, looking around as if he hadn’t just been seduced. Acting all innocent while he know well what she an.
Su ilin frowned, then smirked. So he wanted to play hard to get?
Oh, he was asking for it.
While waiting for the bathtub to fill, ilin picked up one of the fancy liquid soaps from the counter. She sniffed the cap and smiled.
"This slls great, doesn’t it?"
She showed the bottle to Zhao Yiming, but instead of handing it over, she deliberately pumped a generous amount right onto her chest.
A thick squirt of pearly soap dripped down between her breasts, coating her skin in a glossy sheen that sparkled under the bathroom light.
"Oops," she said with mock innocence, her half-lidded eyes gleaming with mischief, lips pouting just enough to drive him mad. "I didn’t an to."
Then, with deliberate slowness, her hands moved in slow, sensual circles—rubbing the soap into her skin.
Lather began to form, bubbling up over the curves of her breasts as her fingers brushed over her stiffening nipples.
Zhao Yiming gulped audibly.
’Damn it, ilin!’ he cursed inwardly, fists clenched at his sides.
’I was trying to make this romantic, relaxing... warm and safe for you! But how the hell am I supposed to hold it in when you’re doing that?!’
His eyes refused to look away—tracing every movent of her slick hands and the way her chest jiggled subtly with every stroke. The soft moan she let out didn’t help either.
"Won’t you help take care of this, Yiming?" she asked sweetly, tilting her head like so kind of innocent angel—even as her soapy body scread the opposite.
Zhao Yiming felt like he was balancing on a cliff’s edge, about to plumt headfirst into a pit of debauchery and no return. And then, like always, the system screen flashed in front of his eyes:
["WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MY PERVERTED GREMLIN?! DID YOU FORGET MY TEACHINGS?! PERVERTED SAGE RULE #1: TOUCH HER, CLAIM HER, BECO THE LEGEND!!"]
["YOU’RE KILLING !!! PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER!!! LET’S GOOOOO!!!"]
He took a deep breath, lifting his hand, ready to indulge just a little—just to feel how impossibly smooth she felt under the foam.
Su ilin smirked in victory.
But just as he was about to touch her, warm water splashed over his feet.
His eyes flicked toward the tub—and with lightning speed, he reached over to turn off the faucet. The bath was completely full, dangerously close to spilling over.
He cleared his throat, pulling his composure back together. "Well... the bath’s ready. So why don’t we get in now?"
ilin stared at him, lips twisted in pure disappointnt. Her eyes practically scread Seriously?!
The system pinged again:
["WHAT THE HELL?! YOU COCKBLOCKED YOURSELF?!"]
["IS THAT DAMN WATER GODDESS SSING WITH AGAIN?! I SWEAR I’LL CURSE THAT SEXY, SLIPPERY—UGH!"]
Zhao Yiming sighed. This was going to be a long bath.
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