Although the two were already an intimately connected couple, Ling Chuxia never dared to look at Shi Che more than necessary. At such times, she mostly closed her eyes and silently endured, so she had never seen his physique so clearly before. The visual impact was too overwhelming, causing Ling Chuxia to choke a bit, her speech slightly stammering, "The, the bath water is... is ready."
Her words came out haltingly, almost biting her own tongue.
Shi Che didn't even glance at her, his eyes unwavering and expressionless as he walked into the bathroom.
As Shi Che walked away, Ling Chuxia felt the pressure, as if a great mountain, quickly recede. Previously, she had been holding her breath with her heart suspended, but now she could let out a deep sigh of relief.
She looked at the clothes Shi Che had thrown down, scattered on the floor, and slowly squatted down to pick them up one by one.
Shi Che didn't like clutter and demanded that the surroundings be clean and tidy, though he might be the one causing the mess. So she always followed right behind him to tidy up, ensuring that when he turned back, everything was clean and orderly.
While cleaning, Ling Chuxia couldn't help but think. Shi Che had previously flown into such a rage, not returning home for several months, with no news. When she tried to contact him by phone, it was either ruthlessly hung up or unanswered. Now... he suddenly came back... did it mean his anger had subsided?
If it had subsided, it couldn't be better. If it hadn't... Ling Chuxia couldn't help but frown lightly and sighed softly.
After marrying Shi Che, she felt she was running out of sighs for a lifetime.
Young Master Shi was indeed difficult to serve.
She considered herself quite keen at reading people, but she could never guess Young Master Shi's thoughts, always ending up wildly off the mark, as different as heaven and earth.
So every time Shi Che came home, she had to be on high alert to deal with him, not daring to relax even a little, always tiring herself out.
Sometimes, she really didn't want him to come home. When he wasn't home, she could enjoy her time alone, relaxed and carefree.
However... if he didn't come home, she couldn't fulfill her duties... so she hoped he would return.
Ling Chuxia tidied up the clothes, turned, and went downstairs, warming a cup of milk, and then bringing it up.
When she entered the bedroom, Shi Che had already emerged from the bathroom, wearing a loose robe, sitting by the bed, and drying his hair with a towel.
Ling Chuxia hurried forward, placing the tray on the bedside table, and said softly, "Young Master, let me do it."
As she spoke, she habitually extended her hand, ready to take Shi Che's towel.
To be honest, rather than being Shi Che's wife, she felt more like a very competent maid.
Because her duty, her obligation, was to take good care of Shi Che in all aspects of life, even in such small matters as drying his hair.
Her actions were so natural, natural to the point of habit, a habit that seemed only right.
But this time, Shi Che did not hand her the towel; instead, he paused momentarily, his dark eyes sweeping over her with a hint of what seemed like mockery.
Ling Chuxia's hand stiffened slightly, not understanding what his look meant.
Shi Che finally spoke.
Perhaps because he had been drinking, his voice was slightly hoarse and raspy, carrying a hint of magnetism, but his tone was cold and indifferent, not allowing her to feel it was pleasant, but rather, it sent shivers down her spine.