Chen Ziming had indeed drunk a bit too much.
At this moment, he stood at the doorway, his vision blurred by drink. He saw his young lady surrounded by a tub full of fragrant bubbles, her cheeks flushed, and felt a stir of desire.
His grip on his tie tightened, and he walked towards her.
Lowering his head and bending over, his strong, slender arms propped on either side of the bathtub, the man’s handsome face came close, leaving a kiss tinged with wine on her lips.
“How much… did you drink?”
Even after seeing him day in and day out, she would still be smitten by him countless times.
Because of this, a kiss could easily fluster her heart.
“Aren’t you drinking too,宝贝?” His peripheral vision caught sight of the opened bottle of red wine. He chuckled lightly, then shifted his body, trying to focus his attention on the name of the wine.
Mentioned by him, she felt a little embarrassed and replied softly:
“I… I just…”
Before she could finish, his lips met hers again.
A long, deep kiss, one that melted her bones.
“What I drank tonight is better than this bottle, 宝贝. Want to try some.”
Steam rose around her in the hot water, and Su Yue felt her body temperature rising, along with her flushed cheeks. She felt as if she were drowning, unable to breathe.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice, softened by the alcohol, carrying more magnetism than usual:
“I want to wash with you, 宝贝.”
She couldn’t refuse him at all and softly hummed in agreement.
“I’m drunk and can’t unbutton myself. 宝贝, help me.”
A large hand reached into the water, took her hand, and placed it on his chest.
Kill me now, Su Yue felt so breathless from his teasing.
But her body no longer obeyed her mind. She slowly reached out with her other hand, joining the first as she moved towards the third button.
The fabric of his shirt was of superior quality. The moment her fingers brushed against it, she could vaguely feel the warmth of his skin.
The dark gold buttons were simply designed but had a certain weight. While not as alluring as his police uniform, in his current state, they exuded a noble sexiness.
Every time she saw him slowly unbutton his police uniform with a soft—
“Click”—
Sound—
It echoed in her mind again.
She felt her hands trembling.
Finally, after unfastening two buttons, she could go no further.
He watched everything unfold.
His voice, even more hoarse than usual, whispered by her ear, with a hint of teasing and triumph:
“宝贝 likes me so much? After sleeping together for so long, you still get shy unbuttoning my shirt.”
He had actually been waiting to see her embarrassed expression.
But she didn’t even have the strength to retort.
Su Yue turned her face away, not wanting to look at the faint muscles beneath his unbuttoned shirt.
Forcing down her rapidly accelerating heartbeat, she said softly:
“I’m not soaking anymore. You go out first, I’ll go to the shower to rinse off.”
He let out a laugh, stood up, and casually tossed his tie into the laundry hamper by the door.
“I’ll go out and get undressed.” His voice, filled with a smile, echoed above her head. Then his footsteps moved away until he was out the door.
Su Yue took several deep breaths before her mind could clear a little.
Constantly reminding herself that masculine charm could be dangerous, she pushed herself up by the sides of the bathtub, only to realize her legs were weak.
It took her three attempts to finally get out of the tub.
Just as she finished rinsing the shampoo foam from her hair in the shower, a tall figure appeared, looming over her, blocking some of the water.
“What are you doing again!” She was genuinely startled and instinctively wanted to step back.
But he pulled her waist tight, pressing her against him.
“宝贝, you agreed to shower with me earlier.”
“……”
The shared shower that made her heart tremble repeatedly.
Finally, it was over.
As he reached to embrace her again and blow-dry her hair, Su Yue stopped him.
It couldn’t go on like this. If it did, her heart would really fail from the rapid rate tonight.
Chen Ziming, however, was obedient. He handed her the hairdryer and then sat down on a wooden stool by the mirror.
“Don’t you have a hairdryer?” she asked him with a hint of confusion as she adjusted the setting.
“I’m waiting for 宝贝 to blow-dry my hair.” The man tossed the towel he had just used to dry his hair into the basket, watching her with a smile.
At this moment, wearing a bathrobe, his hair damp and messy, and his eyes filled with the haze of alcohol, he possessed a boyish, handsome charm.
Su Yue silently turned on the hairdryer and began to dry her own hair, no longer looking at him.
Her heart, however, continued to beat rapidly.
Thump, thump…
Thump-thump-thump…