Nangong Yehen’s gaze darkened. “I said it is, so it is!” “...” Chu Lingxi wanted to argue, but would it be any use? He was a domineering man—if he said it was, then it was. She had no power to resist. Though anger burned in her chest, she had no choice but to bow her head before him. Forget it, she’d just obediently finish washing him and then head back to her room early. She walked behind him and began massaging from his temples. Glancing at his hand resting on the edge of the bathtub, she couldn’t help but remind him, “Be careful not to let your hand fall into the water. If the wound gets wet, it could get infected.” After saying that, she fumed inwardly, wanting to bite her own tongue. What did she care if his wound got infected? It wasn’t her pain, so why was she so concerned about him? Nangong Yehen closed his eyes. Her fingers were soft as boneless, yet her massage had just the right amount of pressure. As she worked on his temples, his entire thinking mind relaxed, feeling quite pleasant. A perfect smile curled at the corners of the man’s lips, revealing a faint expression of enjoyment. A real person’s massage was indeed far more comfortable than the bathtub’s. “Massage from head to toe, then scrub my body.” His voice was low, rich, and pleasant to the ear, but no matter how you heard it, it sounded like a command. Chu Lingxi rolled her eyes repeatedly, fuming, and unconsciously increased the pressure of her massage, hoping to hurt him. But to him, her strength only made it more enjoyable. His large frame took up a lot of time for the massage. From head to toe, even rubbing each toe, forty minutes passed like that. “Huff...” Chu Lingxi stood up, exhausted, letting out a breath. She rubbed her sore fingers and looked at the man in the bathtub. His eyes were tightly shut, his exquisite face soft and gentle. Was he asleep? Chu Lingxi reached out to test the water temperature. The bathtub had a high-end feature—once someone was soaking in it, the heat-preservation function automatically activated. No matter how long you stayed, the water wouldn’t get cold. The temperature was still the same as before. Even if he fell asleep lying here, he wouldn’t catch a cold. Chu Lingxi stepped over gently, picked up his injured arm, and placed it on the edge of the bathtub to keep it from falling into the water. She glanced at his face, and that single look was like being drawn by some magical force—her gaze could no longer move away from it. A face as exquisite as if carved by a divine axe, a body with golden proportions, tall and straight, muscles sensual, skin alluring. Even his hair was so flowing and soft. From head to toe, except for a few faint red scars on his chest and back, he was nearly flawless. Even those scars were full of charm, symbolizing his bravery. How biased must heaven be to let a man reach such perfection? She couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke his handsome face, sighing involuntarily, “You’re really handsome, with those sword-like brows and straight nose, but you just happen to have a twisted heart.” Her gaze fell on his thin lips, and she didn’t notice the slight twitch of his brow. Damn woman, was he twisted? Recalling how those lips had once kissed her, Chu Lingxi’s cheeks flushed slightly. Such perfect, such charming lips. Had she fallen for him at first sight because of his lips? Otherwise, why did she want to kiss them now? Suddenly thinking of him, her heart clenched, and she smiled bitterly, muttering to herself, “Why did I fall for you at first sight? Nangong Yehen, are you lying to me?” Realizing she had no memory of him, she couldn’t help but mock herself, “Maybe so.”