He stood there like a lord, looking down at her. "Take it off."
"Yes." Chu Lingzhi beamed.
Hmph, acting all high and mighty, staring down at her like that.
She stepped forward, her slender fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one...
Nangong Yehen lowered his head, curling his lips into a faint, ambiguous smile as he watched her.
The white jade light of the bathroom, mingled with steam, made her skin even more translucent with a rosy glow.
She wore a cherry-pink dress that highlighted her elegance.
In that state, she was exceptionally captivating, ethereal as a fairy, as if a goddess stepping out from a garden of flowers.
Nangong Yehen's fingers itched. He raised a hand with distinct knuckles and pinched her cheek, pale and smooth as jade.
"Don't touch me." Chu Lingzhi turned her head, dodging his hand, a flicker of disgust flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Your skin is well-maintained." Nangong Yehen curled his lips, his smile tinged with a hint of wickedness.
Chu Lingzhi rolled her eyes. "I'm still young, I don't need maintenance to stay youthful."
Though her son was five, she hadn't even turned twenty-four yet—still very young.
Nangong Yehen's gaze swept over her, taking in her perfect figure, curves in all the right places.
"Not a bad figure either, petite and delicate." His low voice carried a seductive allure.
This damn man, was he about to say something even more outrageous next?
Slick-tongued, not a single decent word out of his mouth.
She took off his shirt, and his bare torso was now exposed before her.
Chu Lingzhi's cheeks flushed, but she had no choice—she had to keep working despite the blush.
Reaching his abdomen, she unbuckled his belt, then pulled down the zipper.
Swiftly, she removed his pants.
Now, his perfectly proportioned body was fully revealed to her.
Chu Lingzhi glanced at him calmly, then grabbed his clothes and quickly turned around, her back to him.
"Get into the tub and soak."
Nangong Yehen gave her a deep look, curling his lips into a faint smile.
He lifted his long legs and stepped into the bathtub.
Chu Lingzhi poured in some bath foam, then smiled at Nangong Yehen's eyes. "Master Nangong, do you need to turn on the massage function? It might be more comfortable."
"You can massage me." Nangong Yehen said, the water temperature just right, soaking in it with an indescribable comfort.
"The tub has an automatic massage." Why did she have to do it?
"Not as good as a real person." Nangong Yehen smirked.
"Master Nangong, I'm staying here to be with my son, not to serve you."
Chu Lingzhi rubbed the towel, wishing she could stand behind him and strangle him with it.
"I'm the son's daddy." Nangong Yehen looked up, smiling ambiguously at her.
"So what?"
"You can serve your son, so you can serve me too."
"You're not as important as my son."
"Gradually, you'll find that I'm just as important to you."
Chu Lingzhi curled her lips dismissively. "Narcissist."
Want to become someone important in her heart? Get in line—it wouldn't be his turn even in a thousand years.
"I have the right to be narcissistic. Give me a massage."
"..." Chu Lingzhi stood there, unwilling to move.
"Chu Lingzhi, don't make me run out of patience."
"Nangong Yehen, why are you so annoying?" Chu Lingzhi stomped her foot, her face full of grievance as if she might cry.
Nangong Yehen rested his head on the bath pillow, his smile enchanting. "Is serving your own man really that hard?"
"You're not my man!" Chu Lingzhi emphasized. "In my heart, you're not!"