"Mm." Nangong Yehen responded, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile.
But the smile vanished quickly as he turned around coldly, leaving behind a curt command: "Come to my room!"
An order. It was an order.
Chu Lingzhi and Chu Junyu exchanged glances—who was he telling to go to his room?
"Mom, with that icy tone, I think he means you," Chu Junyu said seriously.
"It should be you. You and your father have been separated for five years; you must have a lot to talk about now," Chu Lingzhi said.
She had no intention of going to Nangong Yehen's room. She didn't like being alone with him.
"We can talk tomorrow if we really have things to say. Why talk in the middle of the night?"
"You know it's the middle of the night, and you still want me to go over?" Chu Lingzhi clenched her fists, her inner fire blazing.
"Uh... it's only nine o'clock, not quite the middle of the night yet. Mom, go on. Dad wants to see you about something." Chu Junyu came over and pushed her off the bed.
"Chu Junyu, you're throwing me into a pit of fire." This little brat, always siding with outsiders.
Dragging her feet, she eventually ended up in Nangong Yehen's bedroom.
The room was empty, the luxurious large bed neatly made with the quilt folded perfectly.
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom—he was taking a shower.
He called her over, then went to shower. It was utterly baffling.
She turned to leave, but the sound of water suddenly stopped, and a deep, resonant male voice came through: "Sit for a while. I'll be out in ten minutes."
Chu Lingzhi glanced toward the bathroom. The double-layered glass blocked her view of him inside.
She looked down at herself. Her footsteps had been light, and the water was still running loudly—how could he tell?
Just how sharp was this man's senses?
She raised her arm and sniffed her underarm. There was a faint scent, but not strong. Could he really pick up her smell?
Even if she were wearing strong perfume, wouldn't he be using body wash in the shower?
Chu Lingzhi came to a conclusion: this man's abilities were no joke.
Since he asked her to wait, she obediently stayed.
Listening to the sound of water, her mind shamelessly wandered, imagining Nangong Yehen showering.
Long, sturdy legs, a strong and exquisite body, perfectly proportioned, sexy, captivating muscles, and then...
Chu Lingzhi shuddered violently, startled by the image of his male anatomy that popped into her head.
How wicked, how wicked. She slapped her flushed cheeks. She'd turned into a pervert, actually fantasizing about him showering.
The bathroom glass door slid open, and Nangong Yehen stepped out, wrapped in a towel.
Seeing him, Chu Lingzhi's face grew even redder.
His upper body was exposed, perfectly proportioned like a meticulously crafted work of art.
Thanks to years of training and frequent time on brutal battlefields, his physique was incredibly strong and athletic.
He exuded an aura of power and authority, and his perfect muscles made it hard not to imagine touching them.
A white towel wrapped around his lower half, leaving his long, sturdy legs exposed—legs that radiated immense strength.
Chu Lingzhi only stole a quick glance, but her face was already burning, and her heart was racing.
Nangong Yehen walked toward her, and she could feel his presence drawing closer.
Water droplets dripped from his hair, and under the light, he looked even more captivating and wild.
His perfect lips curled into a smirk. "If you want to look, look openly. No need to hide."