Chapter 717 - 482: Squeezed Dry

She hadn’t even finished speaking when her hand shot out, snatching at the air so fast it nearly left an afterimage.

Acting almost on pure instinct, Chen Yuan took several steps back until he hit the wall behind him.

Then again, where could he possibly hide in such a cramped space? There was nowhere to run.

Chen Yuan was startled.

"Stop kidding around, Yaoyao. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. It’s dangerous to fool around in here. The floor is so wet—what if you slip and fall...?"

"If you’re so worried I’ll slip, then stop dodging."

"If I don’t dodge, then..." Chen Yuan glanced down at Yaoyao’s pale hand, a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Then what? Are you afraid of me?" she asked, her gaze scrutinizing him.

"How could I be? I’m just worried that fooling around will aggravate your injury. You’re recovering right now, so you need to be careful."

"You’re getting better and better at lying. Where’d you learn that?" she scoffed.

Chen Yuan forced a smile and waved his hands, insisting he wasn’t lying and that every word was the honest truth.

But someone as sharp as Yaoyao would never believe that.

"I can tell the difference between your lying face and your honest one in a single glance. You’re feeling lustful, aren’t you? Let me help you with that. I’m just fulfilling my duties as your girlfriend. Isn’t that nice? Come on... don’t be scared." She gave him a dazzling smile and crooked her finger.

To Chen Yuan, however, it was like a demon’s temptation.

He shook his head vigorously. "I can’t."

"Get over here!" Jiang Yao’s brows shot up. She grabbed his pants and yanked him toward her.

She said bluntly, "It’s not that you’re not lustful. You’re just saving it for Ningning later, aren’t you?"

Chen Yuan didn’t deny it.

His face burned as he steeled himself and met Jiang Yao’s gaze, which was a mixture of annoyance and jealous fire.

His silence was answer enough.

’It wasn’t Chen Yuan’s fault for treating them differently. His relationship with Ningning wasn’t as far along as his with Yaoyao, so it was only natural to put more thought into her. Besides, there was Ningning’s personality to consider... People are masochistic. The easier something is to get, the less you rush to enjoy it. But for something that’s a real challenge, you have an insatiable desire to explore and conquer it.’

’The thought of scrubbing Ningning’s back later, and everything that might happen after... he couldn’t help but feel a secret thrill of anticipation.’

’If he were shameless enough to make a few requests later, the gentle Ningning, shy as she was, probably wouldn’t refuse...’

’The thought was almost maddeningly tantalizing.’

Undoubtedly, in Jiang Yao’s eyes, Chen Yuan was now a brainless fish with a hook in its mouth, screaming at Ningning on the shore, "Reel me in, big sis, reel me in!"

’Disgusting. Pathetic...’

She lamented inwardly.

’How could she possibly sit back and let that happen?’

’But she wasn’t without a solution. The best way to stop a man from sneaking off to another woman was simple: stuff him so full he couldn’t eat another bite. Then there would be no need to guard him at all.’

Jiang Yao flicked a finger in the air, her eyes filled with scorn.

"It’s already like this, and you’re still playing tough."

She gently circled her fingers, as if calming a fussy puppy, and her voice turned sweet and charming.

"Now, Chen, be a good boy. I’ll treat you real nice, okay? Don’t go to your sister, you hear me? If you hear me, lift your head to show you agree."

She gently nuzzled against him.

"Just one kiss~" The corners of her lips curved into a smile. Her eyelashes fluttered as she leaned in and gently kissed him.

’In this situation, I have to force myself to calm down and think clearly.’

’He was horrified by Jiang Yao’s uncanny intuition. He never imagined she’d guess what he was thinking. Explanations would be useless now; it was obvious she was dead set on doing things her way, regardless of his feelings.’

’In this cramped space, the atmosphere grew increasingly intimate, gradually eroding his reason.’

’I can barely even think anymore...’

’Ningning is probably still out there on the bed, waiting expectantly.’

’Where is this sudden feeling of guilt coming from...?’

’Forget it.’

Chen Yuan leaned back against the wall, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a soft sigh. ’Escaping Jiang Yao’s clutches is just too difficult. She’s nothing like Ningning, and besides, Yaoyao is already starting to take on the form of a Succubus.’

’How could a mere mortal like him possibly resist?’

’He knew that a year ago, when they had just started dating, Jiang Yao had dressed up as her older sister to "discipline" him without a second thought.’

’Even back then, Chen Yuan knew that in this particular arena, he was no match for Yaoyao.’

Now, listening to the whispers in his ear, he slowly closed his eyes.

...

「A short while later.」

In the bathroom, white steam rose, misting over the ceiling light. Droplets of water clung in layers to the smooth walls.

A soul-deep warmth spread through her body as the water cascaded down.

Streams of water trickled from Jiang Yao’s slender fingertips.

She let out a contented sigh.

"A good hot bath really is the best. You’re so useful, Young Master. If I hadn’t washed up, I don’t know how I would’ve been able to sleep tonight."

"Hold out your hand," he said.

Jiang Yao obediently extended her hand.

He worked the bath pouf into a lather and scrubbed it along Jiang Yao’s smooth arm, his expression serious, not missing a single spot.

"The other one."

"You’re so gentle. Much more than my sister. When she washes me, it feels like she’s trying to scrub a layer of skin off. How about you just wash me from now on?"

"I can while you’re injured," he replied flatly.

"So not after that?"

"You’re not a three-year-old. You need to do things for yourself."

"Who says I’m not? Am I not your baby?" In between rinsing, she turned her face to him and pouted playfully.

She gave Chen Yuan a wink.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan aimed the showerhead right at her face.

Hit by the sudden spray of water, she reflexively squeezed her eyes shut.

"BLECH... PTUI, PTUI! It got in my mouth," she sputtered, wiping her face vigorously.

"Now that we’ve washed your body, is it time for your hair?"

"Fine."

"Turn around." His gaze was fixed straight ahead, his eyes placid and indescribably cold.

"My, my, is the Young Master getting shy? You don’t even dare to take a peek."

"Sorry, I’m above such worldly desires."

As he spoke, Chen Yuan pushed on Jiang Yao’s shoulders, forcing her to turn around. Then he took the showerhead and began to wet her long, waterfall-like hair.

He approached the task of washing Yaoyao’s hair with the seriousness of a scientific experiment.

After soaking every last strand, he began to work the shampoo into a lather until Yaoyao’s head was a mountain of foam, like she was sporting a giant afro.

A fragrant bubble floated down, landed on her leg, and burst with a soft POP.

Even her eyelashes were dotted with tiny water droplets.

Jiang Yao scooped up a bit of foam, puffed out her cheeks, and blew hard.

"Whee~ Off the bubbles go! Where are you going... where are you going?"

"Jiang Yao."

"What is it?"

"Are you really twenty-six?"

"Of course I am. I’m much older than you, you know. Come on, little bro, call me ’Big Sis’."

"Uh, let me correct you. Don’t call me ’little bro.’ Swap the ’little’ for a ’big.’ That’s very important to a guy."