In the bathroom, Zhixi stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash over her body but never daring to step out.
She still couldn’t believe she had agreed to such an absurd request.
Not long ago, she had told herself never to let it happen a second time, yet how many days had it been?
She pursed her lips, watching as her skin became sore from the hot water before she finally turned off the tap, dried her body, and put on her pajamas.
The sleepwear in the villa was still a summer camisole... luckily, the room was warm enough.
She took a deep breath and gathered the courage to walk out.
He Jingyao leaned against the liquor cabinet waiting for her. He had already taken a shower, his hair still damp with moisture.
Seeing her come out, the man’s gaze immediately fell on her, dark and scorching.
He curled up the corner of his lips and suddenly spoke, "Come help me dry my hair."
Zhixi was stunned for a moment, and in a daze, she suddenly remembered some scenes from the past.
Her nose tingled slightly, and she held back the tears as she nodded, "Okay."
After speaking, she picked up a dry towel from the bathroom and walked over to him.
He looked down at her from an elevated position, showing no sign of bending or sitting down.
Zhixi felt somewhat at a loss for a moment. Meeting his teasing gaze, she said with irritation, "I can’t help you ."
He chuckled lightly, caught her wrist, and led her to the bed, sitting down as he did.
Zhixi knelt at the edge of the bed and began running her fingers through his short hair, then used the towel to absorb the moisture. Each of her movements was filled with earnestness, her expression somewhat serious.
As if this matter was of utmost importance.
In fact, it indeed was. If he hadn’t deceived her, this would be their last time...
Thinking of this, she tried hard to suppress the sourness in her heart.
"That’s good," she said softly.
He Jingyao looked up at her, then suddenly caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace with force.
"Wait a minute!" she panicked inside, speaking instinctively.
However, He Jingyao had no intention of giving her the chance. He flipped over, pinning her down, caught both her wrists above her head with one hand, and bit her lip fiercely.
"Mmm..." She groaned, her body shivering slightly.
He Jingyao’s eyes flashed, and his movements suddenly softened, kissing her cheek, her chin, her earlobe... intimately, making Zhixi tremble gently and her breath become erratic.
His hand slid beneath her swiftly, the motions slow and heavy, pressing against her most vulnerable spots each time.
Zhixi struggled involuntarily, the sensation both uncomfortable and pleasurable, making her want to cry.
"Don’t..." she breathed out lowly, her eyes misting over with tears from his actions.
He Jingyao looked down at her, his dark eyes ominously deep, yet he showed not a hint of emotion, as if all his feelings were deeply suppressed, waiting for the final explosion.
The man suddenly lifted her nightgown completely, bent down—
She couldn’t help but arch her body, whimpering quietly.
He Jingyao kissed her chest and abdomen, especially the abdomen, where there was a distinct scar.
How had he not noticed it last time? Such a noticeable mark clearly came from a cesarean section.
His throat moved, and he kissed the scar.