It fell from his fingertips

For a moment, Tang Luoqing's cheeks burned as if they were on fire. She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly and took half a step back, her eyes reddening slightly. Her gaze was flustered, and she dared not look at the smile in Zhou Jinbai's eyes. After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out, "What... what's going on in your head every day?"

In response, Zhou Jinbai chuckled softly, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing deeply: "Want to... give it a try?"

"No, no need, I... I'll just go home..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Jinbai swept Tang Luoqing up in his arms.

"Give me ten minutes, okay?"

Tang Luoqing nervously clung to Zhou Jinbai's neck. Seeing him carry her out of the dressing room and head straight for the uniquely designed sofa, Tang Luoqing became even more nervous. Her heart pounded, and she blurted out, "I... I'll go take a shower first."

Zhou Jinbai paused slightly, then chuckled softly, "Okay, I'll take you there."

Tang Luoqing resolutely refused to let Zhou Jinbai carry her to the bath, for who knows what this guy might do while taking a bath.

However, Zhou Jinbai wouldn't let go, and she was trapped in his arms and couldn't get down.

The moment I pushed open the bathroom door, a faint, familiar, fresh scent, mixed with a delicate rose fragrance, wafted towards me.

It turned out that Zhou Jinbai had already instructed someone to prepare a bathtub full of water without anyone knowing.

Rose petals floated on the surface of the pool, the water crystal clear. Zhou Jinbai placed her on a chair beside him, half-squatting down, tilting his head back, a hint of tenderness in his eyes, his voice hoarse: "I'll help you bathe, okay?"

Tang Luoqing's body stiffened, and she instinctively raised her hand to place it against Zhou Jinbai's chest. Beneath her palm was the man's steady and powerful heartbeat. Her breathing became labored, and she gasped for air: "No, no need... I, I can do it myself, you... you go out and wait for me."

"Luo Qing, I'm pursuing you."

Zhou Jinbai raised his hand, his fingertips gently stroking her burning cheek, his voice soft and indulgent: "Let me help you... okay?"

These words were spoken with remarkable frankness, as if Zhou Jinbai wasn't talking about serving her a bath, but rather about something as trivial as asking if she had eaten. However, Tang Luoqing vaguely sensed that Zhou Jinbai's so-called "serving" was definitely not simple, and might even be...

She glanced at the spotless bathtub and felt a surge of panic.

"No, I...I'm not ready yet, I..."

"I'm serving you, not eating you."

Tang Luoqing: "..."

Zhou Jinbai rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms. Then, he unbuttoned Tang Luoqing's shirt one button at a time, leaving her only in her undergarments, before bending down and carrying her into the bathtub. Water spilled from the tub, splashing onto Zhou Jinbai's arms. The damp fabric clung to his skin, highlighting a restrained sensuality in the man.

Tang Luoqing curled up in the water, her chin resting on her knees, the tips of her ears turning bright red.

The man's palm slowly reached out and touched her knee.

The moisture blurred the vision, but amplified all the senses.

Tang Luoqing's heart pounded in her ears, enveloped by Zhou Jinbai's deep breathing. She gasped for breath, her voice gradually becoming hoarse, and then her whole body trembled, almost slipping into the pool.

"careful."

Zhou Jinbai reached out and supported Tang Luoqing, who was burning up, his low chuckle landing on her head: "Is Luoqing that sensitive?"

"Stop talking."

Tang Luoqing's cheeks flushed bright red, and she retorted in a muffled voice, as soft as cotton soaked in water.

After washing, Zhou Jinbai took a bath towel, wrapped Tang Luoqing up tightly, picked her up again, carried her out of the bathroom, and walked slowly to the uniquely designed sofa.

Tang Luoqing then saw the sofa in its entirety. One side was slightly higher and made into a soft backrest, while the other side was lower and curved to fit snugly, with smooth lines that were just right.

Remembering Zhou Jinbai's recent mention of the word "custom-made," her cheeks flushed again, and she reached out to push against the man's chest: "You, you put me down, let's go to the bed..."

"Give it a try."

Zhou Jinbai gently placed Tang Luoqing on a slightly raised cushion, knelt down on one knee in front of her, his fingertips caressing her knee wrapped in a bath towel, his gaze fixed intently on her eyes: "This was specially adjusted to the curve of your body. If you're not comfortable... then we'll go to the bed, okay?"

As the man spoke, his warm breath fell on Tang Luoqing's legs, tickling her. She was already weak all over in the bathtub, and now her fingertips, gripping the edge of the towel so tightly that they turned white, were even more so. She turned her face away, not daring to look at Zhou Jinbai.

Fortunately, the bedroom lights were off.

But the curtains weren't drawn, and a sliver of silvery moonlight leaked in through the gap, falling on her ankles that were exposed outside the bath towel—they were fair and dazzling.

Zhou Jinbai's fingertips slowly moved upwards along Tang Luoqing's ankle. She subconsciously wanted to bring her knees together, but he gently pressed her down.

"Don't move."

The man's voice was terribly hoarse. He looked up at Tang Luoqing, his eyes churning with unfathomable emotions, like the shattered darkness of night: "I think I went too fast just now. This time... I'll go slower, okay?"

Tang Luoqing bit her lip and didn't speak, but a thin layer of red appeared at the corners of her eyes.

She leaned against the soft cushion, watching the man slowly lean closer, his warm breath falling on her calves, bringing wave after wave of subtle shivers.

The sofa's curves perfectly fit Tang Luoqing's back, allowing her to effortlessly dissipate all her strength.

But the heat that surged through her body spread from her tailbone all the way to the top of her head, and Tang Luoqing couldn't help but raise her hand to grab the man's hair, and a soft, suppressed sound escaped from her throat. She quickly covered her mouth.

Zhou Jinbai finally took a moment to look up at her, his eyes filled with a gentle smile. He reached out and pulled her hand down, intertwining his fingers with Tang Luoqing's, and pressed her down on the sofa.

"Don't hold back, let me hear it, okay?"

The man's voice was hoarse as his breath fell on the inside of her wrist.

"It's just us here."

The moonlight streamed in quietly through the window, falling on their clasped hands. The soft fabric of the sofa left shallow marks, filling the room with an ambiguous and warm atmosphere, enveloping their heartbeats.

When Tang Luoqing woke up again, she found herself lying on a soft and comfortable bed, while Zhou Jinbai was lying on a normal sofa.

Memories of last night suddenly flooded her mind, and Tang Luoqing's cheeks flushed bright red.

Unfortunately, Zhou Jinbai also woke up and sat up from the sofa, looking intently at Tang Luoqing.

Tang Luoqing felt extremely embarrassed by the gaze and looked away: "You, why aren't you sleeping in the bed... Don't misunderstand, I mean, this is your bed."

Zhou Jinbai's lips curled up slightly: "I'm not very confident in my self-control, so... I can't sleep next to you until you soberly agree."

Tang Luoqing: "..."

He's not confident in his own self-control? But why is he so confident in hers?

Is this man some kind of seductive enchantress?