Lu Yanchen reached out and stroked my burning face. His palm was cool, soothing the heat.
I was half asleep, my mind a mess. I mumbled, "What are you looking at?"
He tugged my hand down to his belt, his voice almost coaxing, "Didn't you want to see it in the car?"
In the car?
I thought for a long, dazed moment. That's right, I wanted to see his legs. I remembered.
My sleepiness faded a little, and I scrambled to my feet, lurching towards him.
I landed right in his arms. He supported himself on the bed with one hand and held my waist with the other, his eyes filled with affection.
"Wanwan, I've waited so long for this day..."
Hmm? Why was he waiting for me?
I didn't quite understand, but I supported him. It had nothing to do with me anyway. I lowered my head, and just as my fingers touched the metal buckle, my stomach churned.
"I, I think..."
Lu Yanchen's expression was slightly agitated. "Baby, tell me, what are you thinking?"
"I want to puke..."
Before I could even reach the bathroom, I was already puking all over him.
Lu Yanchen: "..."
I wondered if he regretted waking me up from my sleep and throwing up all over him.
I no longer had the sanity to consider whether he'd resented me. I simply felt awful.
My head ached, my stomach ached, everything felt off.
He didn't move, but reached out and patted my back.
He waited for me to finish vomiting, called someone to come in and take care of it, and then carried me into the bathroom.
We were both covered in filth, and as soon as we landed, I looked disgusted.
"So dirty..."
I blundered away, removing my clothes one by one. Lu Yanchen instinctively turned away, not taking the opportunity to peek. But I wasn't going to give up. I pounced on him from behind, "Why are you still wearing dirty clothes? Take them off!"
Lu Yanchen's gaze on me grew increasingly heated. "You really want me to take them off?"
I pushed him against the cold wall, tilting my head like a thug. "What? You don't know how to take them off? Do you want me to help you? I love helping people."
Without my high heels, I was a head shorter than him. His eyes dropped, his voice hoarse, "Okay."
I reached out with slender fingers to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time, revealing the porcelain-white skin beneath.
His skin, cold and pale from years of sunlessness, his muscles gracefully defined, looked as perfect as fine porcelain.
I instinctively reached out and touched it. It was so smooth.
The man's Adam's apple rolled. Lu Yanchen tugged at my hand, "Baby, stop touching me."
I bit my lip and said aggrievedly, "But... it looks so good to touch."
The next second, the man grabbed my wrist and pulled me forcefully into his arms, his other hand restraining my waist.
He leaned over and kissed me fiercely on the mouth.
The shower was running, and the rising steam filled the bathroom, blurring the man's handsome face and making my mind even more dull. I instinctively hooked my arms around his neck and peeled off his shirt.
…
The man washed me clean. I knelt on the bed in my bathrobe, staring at his back like a puppy watching its owner leave.
The bed had been cleaned by the maid and fresh sheets had been added.
The room was no longer smelly, now filled with the sweet fragrance of the incense he had lit.
Soon, he retrieved a nightgown and underwear from the closet. He looked at me lovingly, "Baby, can you put it on yourself?"
I was wearing a bathrobe hood, my hair tangled and messy, and I looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I want my uncle to put it on."
Lu Yanchen muttered helplessly, "What the hell, uncle!"
I bit my finger. "Then...husband?"
He seemed pleased with the title, but then looked conflicted. "Little rascal, I really want to eat you."
I imagined myself as a burrito, ripping open my bathrobe and saying, "Come on, eat! I'm so clean and smell so good."
Lu Yanchen quickly put my pajamas on me and rubbed my head. "Wait until you're older."
Then he went back to the bathroom. I didn't know what to do, but sleepiness gradually overtook me.
I fell asleep on the sheets.
I don't know how long it took, but I felt myself falling back into a broad, moist embrace. I instinctively rubbed my face against his and mumbled, "Husband, you're here..."