Lou Yuming glanced up and saw himself in the mirror, his temples throbbing.
Song Xi chuckled, trying to escape his embrace. To her surprise, before she could move, he suddenly leaned in, bracing his hands on the washbasin where she was reaching, trapping her in his arms. His voice was ominous, "You need to be taught a lesson."
Song Xi pushed against his chest with both hands, stopping him from advancing.
"Let's talk. Why did you suddenly show up, and how did you know the password? Who told you?"
Her questions were futile; she already knew the answer.
Song Xi quickly reacted, a look of betrayal on her face. "It was Xiao Mo!?"
Lou Yuming stared at her impassively. The moment he had touched her bath towel, he knew she had just finished showering.
The towel wrapped around her hair had fallen to the floor at some point. She was like a lotus emerging from water, her face as flawless as a peeled egg, fair and unblemished. Her damp, dark hair created a striking contrast, making her appear even more beautiful and alluring.
His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards. The bath towel was short, perhaps because she was alone and felt no need for caution. Her legs were slender and long, and the tantalizing glimpses of skin invited endless imagination.
Lou Yuming's eyes darkened, his throat involuntarily bobbing.
Song Xi continued to chatter, completely oblivious to the change in the man's expression.
"...This Xiao Mo, I'll get her one of these days... Mmph!"
The rest of her words were muffled in her throat by the man's mouth.
His assault was fierce, as dominant and passionate as ever.
Song Xi felt her breath being stolen, little by little.
"Mmph..."
She beat against his chest, but instead of softening, he controlled her restless hands and pressed them against the wall.
Song Xi felt like she couldn't breathe, yet she still managed to squeeze out a sentence from between their lips, "Why... are you... here today... Mmph..."
The air around them grew warmer.
Lou Yuming panted, cupping her chin, his tone forceful, "What do you think?"
Song Xi had no idea; she thought he was just being crazy.
Lou Yuming didn't give her time to think. He scooped her up and carried her directly to the second floor.
After it was all over, Song Xi leaned into his embrace, drowsy.
Lou Yuming, however, looked sated. He toyed with her long hair with his left hand, his heart sinking as he thought of Ye Hai.
Perhaps there was still a lingering issue. After Song Xi fell asleep, Lou Yuming suddenly said out of the blue, "You like watching talk shows so much, there's one next Saturday. I'll take you."
Song Xi was already deep in dreamland.
Lou Yuming was displeased. He pinched her cheek, "Did you hear me?"
Song Xi felt a sting and mumbled a sleepy "Mm."
Lou Yuming was finally satisfied. He brushed away the stray hairs from her face and then pulled her closer, holding her tightly as they slept.
The next day, when Song Xi woke up, she was surprised to find Lou Yuming hadn't left.
The man's features were sculpted, his lips sharply defined and resolute. His collar was slightly open, revealing his collarbone.
Lou Yuming looked slightly different when he was asleep compared to his usual demeanor.
Gentle, quiet, and less sharp and imposing. Song Xi found herself preferring this gentler side.
Slowly, Song Xi found herself staring, captivated.
Why were his eyelashes so long? His nose was so prominent, and most importantly, his skin had absolutely no pores! Wasn't he a man in his thirties?
What skincare products did he use? Did he even use any?
Song Xi frowned and tentatively reached out to touch his face, only to be caught red-handed.
"What are you doing?"
The man had just woken up, his voice husky and magnetic.
Song Xi froze, instinctively swallowing. "Nothing..."
She tried to pull her hand away, but Lou Yuming wouldn't let her, suspecting some mischief.
Song Xi felt increasingly uncomfortable under his gaze, her earlobes gradually flushing red.
Lou Yuming noticed, his expression momentarily faltering. The next second, Song Xi seized the opportunity to break free and fled into the bathroom.
Her embarrassed, hasty retreat put Lou Yuming in a great mood that morning. He curved his lips.
When Song Xi emerged after her shower, Lou Yuming was already dressed.
He was dressed casually, and at first glance, his back resembled that of a college student, not someone going to work.
Song Xi was a little curious and took a second look, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where did you get clothes?"
Lou Yuming sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and pointed to the hidden wardrobe on the wall behind her.
Song Xi walked over curiously, and when she opened the cabinet door, she was astonished.
It was full of men's clothing, all different, with the tags still on!
"No, when did you put your clothes in here? How come I didn't know?"
Lou Yuming shrugged.
She understood now. Before she came yesterday, she had sent her luggage to Xiao Mo, which had given him this opportunity.
Song Xi's face fell. "No, take your clothes away! This is my rented apartment!"
"I won't come every day," Lou Yuming said unhurriedly.
"I want to live alone right now."
"I know," Lou Yuming agreed. "So I won't come every day. I'm busy too."
"..."
He was clearly twisting words and confusing the issue.