Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

"what?"

If there are any superfluous words, then the one she uttered at this moment is superfluous.

He dared to say such a thing, but she wouldn't dare to let him do it.

After being stunned, Lu Luozhi's cheeks flushed red in an instant, a blush spreading across her fair face and ears like a rosy sunset.

Ying Yuchuan's fingers stopped at her collar, and when he realized what he had said, an awkward embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Excuse me."

He withdrew his hand repeatedly, letting it hang at his sides. When his gaze fell on her chest, where the wet fabric clung tightly to her exquisite curves, his throat tightened even more.

"You, you can go out first, I'll wipe it myself."

She covered her wet head with a towel, also covering her flushed and hot face so he wouldn't see it, and Lu Luozhi urged him in a soft voice.

They were clearly a married couple, yet they acted as awkwardly as strangers.

Ying Yuchuan quickly averted his gaze, hummed in agreement, and turned to walk briskly out of the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door, his seemingly out-of-control heartbeat slowly calmed down.

My heart is beating so strangely.

He clutched his heart with his right hand, his handsome face showing a mixture of confusion and bewilderment.

Or is there something wrong with his heart?

This was the first time he had experienced such a disordered heartbeat.

in the bathroom.

Lu Luozhi didn't dare to think too much. With her injured hands, she grimaced as she tried to take off the T-shirt she was wearing.

But no, it hurts so much.

My hand hurts so much.

With the slightest exertion, both hands ache terribly.

She gasped for breath frequently, taking breaks here and there, before finally managing to pull her T-shirt down to the collar with great difficulty.

Just as she was about to pull the T-shirt off her head, she accidentally touched the wound on the back of her right hand.

The excruciating pain made her cry out.

He immediately forgot about the injury on his knee and tried to stand up, but then felt a sharp pain and went weak.

Thump, thump, thump. Her head was covered by her T-shirt, and her vision was blurry. In her panic, she seemed to have bumped into something.

"ah--"

In her panic, she called out several times, not noticing that the bathroom door had been opened and a hurried man had entered.

He quickly reached out with both hands, one arm around her waist from behind, pulling her towards his chest, and the other hand on her shoulder, stabilizing her body as she was about to fall.

The process was thrilling and breathtaking.

She was so close, so close, she was almost ruined.

Lu Luozhi felt incredibly fortunate.

"Let me take your T-shirt down for you first."

The man's voice, as soft as flowing water, came from above, startling Lu Luozhi so much that she froze.

She belatedly realized that he, he had come in, and then she, she, she...

Sensing the warmth of the man pressed against her back, she dared not move.

Ying Yuchuan let her lean on him, and he gently and slowly removed the half-undone T-shirt from her head.

The lights came back into view.

Lu Luozhi was so ashamed to look at herself.

Her current situation...

It was as embarrassing as it could be.

She had previously said she could do it.

Now you've been proven wrong.

Lu Luozhi, look at yourself! Look at the mess you've made!

How stupid...

"Let me help you; the wound on your hand is bleeding again."

He helped her to sit down by the bathtub.

He had not left before.

He knew that it would be very difficult for her to accomplish something on her own, given her severe injuries to her hands and feet.

And then, the accident happened.

Fortunately, he had been waiting outside. Upon hearing her call, he pushed the door open and came in almost without hesitation.

Lu Luozhi lowered her head, too ashamed to look at him.

She looked at her chest again... and couldn't help but sigh.

You only realize how small your breasts are when you need them.

I'm not looking at you.

Ying Yuchuan gentlemanly averted his gaze.

He is not a man who does not know how to respect women; on the contrary, he considerately respects her and maintains his gentlemanly demeanor.

He took a clean towel from the cabinet next to the sink and tied it over his eyes.

His actions left Lu Luozhi stunned.

My feelings for him suddenly increased.

She had met all sorts of men—stingy, miserly, sleazy. Some men always claimed they weren't that cunning or scheming, but they were the most shameless of all.

When she was setting up a stall in town, a man deliberately came to buy a sausage. As she handed it to him, he touched her hand. The blond-haired girl saw this and chased him for several blocks before beating him up.

There was also a young lady selling skewers at the next stall. A man was secretly taking pictures of her, but she noticed and grabbed him. They found many other girls being secretly photographed on his phone.

Of all the men she had ever met, none were like Ying Yuchuan.

The little blond guy during the deer call doesn't count.

He possesses a refined upbringing ingrained in his very being.

Although he is a bit serious and old-fashioned, he does not abuse his status.

Just like these past few days, her clothes are exactly the same as they were before she went to bed and they're still the same when she wakes up.

He wouldn't take advantage of being her husband to do anything that was inconsistent with his upbringing.

Based on the image in his mind, Ying Yuchuan judged the distance and, with his eyes bound, nimbly walked to her side.

"Hand me the showerhead."

She suppressed her shame and let him use his fingertips to remove the last piece of clothing binding her body.

Warm water was poured over her back.

He reminded her, "Raise your hands a little higher so you don't hurt your wound. Tell me if your knee gets wet."

"..."

She bit her lip, her round face flushed, and said, "Mmm."

A large hand holding a towel was wiping her back.

A little while later they came to the front again.

The scent of shower gel filled the bathroom.

A mist rises gently.

Lu Luozhi felt incredibly hot.

It was so hot in the bathroom that it was hard to breathe.

Ying Yuchuan felt the same way.

And he thought about it in his heart.

When did the bathroom's ventilation system become so bad?

Can't even this little bit of heat dissipate?

Composing myself, I swallowed hard. For some reason, my throat felt increasingly dry.

He thought he must be lacking oxygen.

……

at last.

This long process has come to an end.

"Wait here, I'll go get you some clothes."

He almost rushed out of the bathroom and into the dressing room.

Only after arriving here did he dare to take a deep breath.

His dark eyes gazed thoughtfully at his right hand, which was still damp.

Although he tried his best to avoid her, he still couldn't help but run into her...

With a firm gaze, he quickly banished those fleeting thoughts from his mind.

He grabbed a set of his own workout clothes and turned back to the bathroom.

He could never forget the soft touch of his palm...