Chapter 706

The night was deep.

The insect chirps from the treetops had ceased; all sound vanished, and Lushan Village lay utterly silent.

Building No. 26, shower room.

Li Heng suddenly burst through the door, catching Mai Sui off guard as she rinsed off shampoo foam; she instinctively clutched Tutu with both hands and let out a startled cry.

The shower had not been turned off.

Well, perhaps she’d been distracted and simply forgotten to turn it off.

Water streamed from the nozzle, cascading downward in dense, fine droplets, forming a circular curtain of rain that enveloped Mai Sui’s graceful figure.

Mai Sui was extraordinarily beautiful—a classic late-blooming beauty; in her past life, even the detached Song Yu had grown deeply wary after she turned twenty-five, a testament to her potential.

Now, this supremely alluring woman stood motionless within the rain curtain, exuding a unique charm—she resembled Su Daji reborn, naturally seductive, and with her current flustered expression and the faint, tantalizing glimpse of her body, Li Heng silently murmured, “Amitabha.”

The water continued to rush, steadily washing away the shampoo foam from her skin.

As the white foam gradually faded, a breathtaking scene emerged—like a landscape painting slowly revealed through mist and clouds: the exquisite contours of hills and valleys, the slender rivers, the rounded, perfectly proportioned thighs.

His gaze drifted slowly downward, steeped in mystery.

Until…

…to the cliff beneath the plain, and the darkness hidden within it.

Under the direct stare of the man’s eyes, blushes crept across Mai Sui’s face, yet she still held her arms tightly across her chest, her entire body burning, frozen in place, Shihuaban ，forgetting there was something even more vital to protect.

Standing at the door for less than thirty seconds, Li Heng experienced a powerful physiological reaction; his body, just stirred by Professor Yu, now surged with vigor, blood pounding.

After a long silence, the man, his reason overwhelmed by desire, slowly stepped toward her, swallowed hard, and rasped, “Wife, let me wash you.”

Mai Sui said nothing; her gaze first flickered shyly away, but as the man drew closer with each step, she was paralyzed by his masculine dominance, eventually forced to meet his eyes.

At this moment, her eyes held not only tenderness but also complex emotions.

Those emotions included confusion, embarrassment, a sense of resignation, and a faint, obscure hint of youthful anticipation.

Why did she feel resignation?

Why did she feel anticipation?

Perhaps it was a woman’s sixth sense—her intuition told her that tonight, she would surrender here, that tonight she would truly become his woman.

Perhaps it was his gaze—unusual, direct, urgent, restless, almost unmasked.

Or perhaps their souls were in sync. Their past kisses and embraces, their daily closeness and tender affection, their countless nights sharing a bed and insatiable longing—all had kindled in both a desire to go further.

After all, they were both adolescents in the bloom of youth, both brimming with vigor, naturally yearning for love and romantic fantasies.

They had once pledged, made vows of love: “If you don’t leave, I won’t abandon you—we’ll be together for life.”

Or perhaps it was simply inevitable. Mai Sui’s greatest emotional barrier had been Song Yu—and Song Yu’s heartfelt conversation with her during the Dragon Boat Festival had fully opened her heart, clearing the path to her beloved’s bedside.

Now, free of hesitation, she faced only the shy, tense, and bewildered sensation of her Ren and Du meridians about to be unblocked.

For this moment, this scene, she had never faced it before—she didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t know how to respond to the man’s offer to wash her.

She didn’t know how to handle the man drawing ever nearer.

Other women tried to appear sexy, flirtatious, seductive—but failed, their attempts crude, unnatural. But Mai Sui didn’t need to try; she didn’t need to pretend.

Inner allure and seduction were her very name—her trademark, her innate gift, her genetic inheritance; every glance, every movement, every gesture radiated grace, all of it refined, elegant.

Three steps.

Two steps.

One step.

Closer! Closer! As he took his final step, Li Heng stood before her, pausing, gazing straight into her eyes.

Unbidden, as his footsteps ceased, Mai Sui’s long, upturned eyelashes trembled involuntarily; her gaze drifted, fluttering, unable to meet his.

Li Heng observed her expression closely; as a seasoned lover, he understood this was a natural reaction—her nerves stretched taut.

In silence, neither spoke; he stared at her, she avoided his eyes, the only sound between them the gentle rush of water, thick with intimacy.

Suddenly, Li Heng, unsatisfied with the distance, stepped forward abruptly, their bodies pressing together instantly, and a low whisper brushed against her ear:

“Wife, you’re so beautiful.”

As the words faded, his hands slid around her slender waist, gripping her sides.

Surprised by the sudden touch, jolted by the sensation of his hands and an electric current surging through her, Mai Sui shuddered involuntarily, letting out a soft “Ah,” then instinctively stepped back, back…

But as she retreated, her left foot slipped on the wet floor, and her body tilted sharply to the right.