The shirt’s buttons were undone one by one.
Before entering the bathroom, he had removed his black shirt and tossed it onto the floor.
His solid, wide back muscles and the perfect inverted-triangle proportion of his figure slipped by as the door closed with a flicker.
It had to be said that this time, it was Wen Xian’s turn to be somewhat at a loss.
Standing in place, she recalled the words Lu Xiao had just said, and she was truly dumbfounded.
It’s not that she had never been liked by women before, but more often, it was the kind of adoration a fangirl has for an idol.
What attracted her the most, of course, was predominantly the affection from the opposite sex, so she had never given much thought to this aspect of herself.
Therefore, when Lu Xiao spoke those words, her mind buzzed, as if filled with paste, unable to discern what he meant.
But as she gradually calmed down and thought carefully about the things Ruan Yiyi had done, it seemed... indeed consistent with her having an interest in Wen Xian.
Especially that night in Kekexili...
She insisted that they sleep together.
Since sleeping in a chair was quite uncomfortable, she did not refuse.
But now, upon careful reflection, she truly felt a tightness all over her body, as if her fingernails wanted to dig three feet into the ground.
She regretted it tremendously.
Wen Xian involuntarily shivered. If Ruan Yiyi had come to the Philippines specifically for her, then that would really be...
The more Wen Xian thought, the more she couldn’t help but rub her arms, pacing back and forth in the bedroom.
She respected everyone’s emotions, but to use her goodwill for anything else was truly despicable.
The times she felt benevolent were indeed few and far between, and if someone deceived her, they couldn’t blame her for getting angry.
And just as Wen Xian was lost in her chaotic thoughts, suddenly a full-throated male voice came from the bathroom:
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian subconsciously responded, but as she realized he was asking her to come in, she became somewhat hesitant, "Lu Xiao, I’m done washing."
The Captain’s voice sounded as if tinged with smoldering anger.
Soon, his voice came from inside again, "I know you’re done washing, can’t you come and scrub your husband’s back?!"
Wen Xian was baffled.
She was a Southerner and not really one for scrubbing during a bath.
The few times they had bathed together, they had just rinsed off their bodies, and she had never seen him wanting a scrub.
But never having done something before was one thing; now he needed her help, so what else could she do but go in.
There’s a saying: Times change, and for her, it was: The present is different from just a moment ago.
Just now, she had been tearfully complaining in front of him, accusing him of concealing things from her and having an affair, but now, the situation had taken a drastic turn—
Now she found herself in front of him, hardly daring to breathe a word.
After Opening the door and entering the bathroom, the room was filled with misty steam.
In the dimness, she could see a figure reclining in the bathtub behind the swirling mist.
The bathtubs here were disinfected, and there were even disposable bathtub liners.
At that moment, a man reclined in the bathtub, his long and powerful arms resting on the edges on either side, his head slightly tilted back, eyes closed, as if resting.
The bathtub continuously released upwards streams of moist, hot steam, white and opaque, obscuring everything in the water.
His pose was elegant yet leisurely, unmoving as he reclined—