Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lu Bancheng stood before the mirror and began to blow his hair dry with the hairdryer. Because he sensed her presence, he stole a glance in her direction while drying his hair, but he quickly retracted his gaze and looked back into the mirror. The whirring of the hairdryer was the only sound in the bedroom.
Xu Wennuan stood some distance away and, after a moment of hesitation, she slowly walked toward Lu Bancheng. When he realized that she was approaching him, his back stiffened briefly. He did not turn to look at her and continued to tousle his hair, but his movements were visibly shaky. When she came to a stop just three feet away from him, she said, “I… Can I help you dry your hair?”
Lu Bancheng pressed the off button on the hairdryer and, after its whirring sound ceased, he lifted the hairdryer up to his ear silently for three seconds before he turned his head slightly and looked at her in the mirror. Her lips were pursed, and her hands tightly clutched her bathrobe. She was obviously nervous and uneasy.
Lu Bancheng shifted his gaze away and, pretending as if she had not spoken, he turned on the hairdryer again and continued drying his hair. Taking his silence as a “no,” Xu Wennuan did not speak further.
Two minutes later, Lu Bancheng turned off the hairdryer, placed it down, and turned to walk to his king-sized bed. He leaned down against the headboard and picked up the remote control that was on top of the nightstand to dim the lights in the room, making the atmosphere increasingly sensual.
As if he was very tired, Lu Bancheng closed his eyes and lifted his right hand to massage the area between his brows. Xu Wennuan knew that he was being nonchalant as he waited for her to initiate a move. Even though she was a willing party this time, a great sense of fear, panic, and helplessness surfaced inside her heart.
She stood rooted in place as her grip on her bathrobe went between tight and loose. This persisted for some time before she eventually mustered up her courage to inch forward to the side of the bed in small steps, which were light and alluring. Just as she reached the side of the bed, Lu Bancheng stopped rubbing his brows and slowly opened his eyes to look at her.
Xu Wennuan did not dare meet his eyes. Lowering her long eyelashes, she swallowed once before she lifted her hands up to the sash of her bathrobe. She did not allow herself to slow down and, with one forceful tug, the bathrobe slid down the length of her back onto her feet. All she had on were her bra and panties.
Under the dim lights, her slender body was exceptionally fair, radiant, and alluring. Her legs were long and slim, her abdomen was flat, and her bra made her breasts perky and pretty. After he swept a quick glance, Lu Bancheng found it slightly hard to shift his eyes away. He could clearly feel his blood roiling inside him.
His gaze made her bashful and helpless. She pinched her fingers hard before she gradually reached her hand up to the clasp behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her exposing herself made Lu Bancheng’s throat tighten and his breathing stop.
She consoled herself silently in her heart as she quickly removed the last remaining piece of clothing from her body. Forcefully resisting the urge to bolt out the door, she took one more step forward. Bending down, she reached out her hand toward his bathrobe and carefully undid its sash.
His hands trembled slightly, and he silently grasped onto the bedsheets.
