Chapter 95: Then How Do We Undress?

Well, if we wash together, it should… shouldn't be a problem, right?

They are married; the marriage certificate is real, making them a legal couple.

Even so… washing together would be reasonable.

It's just that she hasn't experienced it, so nervousness is inevitable.

Wild, unfounded thoughts are also unavoidable.

Nan Gong Yu's physique should be top‑tier, right?

Clothed, he's fine; stripped… should be…

Isn't she the one thinking about something?

Song Huan Yan's thoughts are a mess, causing her steps to become somewhat chaotic.

Her feet feel light, as if walking on clouds.

Fortunately, Nan Gong Yu holds her hand, which steadies her gait a bit.

But it also makes her even more nervous.

He leads her to the bathroom, which feels more like they're going to wash together.

Moreover, he has undone several buttons on his shirt, revealing a strong, solid chest.

Not only is the sexual tension off the charts, but the aura of masculine charm envelops her.

It even makes her, for the first time, feel a bit curious about a man's body and entertain thoughts of exploring it without aversion.

Having such a thought for the first time shocks her herself.

Amid this chaotic nervousness and wild thoughts, the two arrive in front of the bathroom.

Nan Gong Yu suddenly stops, turns, and looks at her.

Song Huan Yan's face flushes slightly as she looks up at him.

Jet‑black hair, pale skin, slightly reddened cheeks, exquisitely beautiful features, and eyes that hold a hint of watery sparkle.

Nan Gong Yu's Adam's apple bobbles.

Those usually cool, indifferent eyes unintentionally darken by two shades.

His young wife's appearance and bone structure are truly first‑rate, top‑level.

She's been like this since childhood…

Kyoto's Top Beauty, as the name suggests, truly lives up to it; she is more than capable.

She simply stands here, silent and speechless.

Just like that, she is enough to spark any man's most primal physical desire.

She doesn't even need emotion.

Most importantly, her restrained, cool temperament adds an indescribable mystery to her.

Even more… alluring.

Her allure makes even him feel a bit unable to restrain himself.

He originally thought he was the most self‑controlled person.

His temperament was forged from a near‑devilish, rigorous upbringing since childhood.

But being watched by her like this, inexplicably, he feels a loss of control.

For the first time, he doesn't want to stay so composed.

She is completely different from Leng Bai Wei.

Leng Bai Wei is just a little girl, also young.

Although her lively personality seems complementary to his.

She has never given him a thought of wanting to let go of his composure.

The two silently stare at each other for a while.

Song Huan Yan's beautiful face turns even more pink.

Nan Gong Yu opens his mouth, his voice unexpectedly hoarse, and says, "Nervous?"

Song Huan Yan pauses, presses her lips together, and replies, "No… yes."

Actually there's nothing to be nervous about; in ancient blind marriages they hadn't even seen each other, and on the wedding night they still have to… take care of that matter.

Seeing her like this, clearly trembling with nerves, yet forcing herself to claim she isn't nervous.

Nan Gong Yu chuckles lightly, "Your hands are sweating."

Song Huan Yan: "....."

No, it would be bad to sabotage like this, right?

"Lord Yu." Song Huan Yan begins, startling herself.

There's no other reason.

It's because she feels her voice has inexplicably become a bit coquettish.

Song Huan Yan quickly adjusts and asks, "May we start washing?"

She really can't quite handle his gaze.

She's also a bit overwhelmed by the flirtatious charm he unintentionally exudes while speaking.

"Alright." Nan Gong Yu reaches out to smooth the black hair by her ear and asks, "Do you need me to fetch anything for you?"

Song Huan Yan freezes for a moment, almost blurting out: "Not washing together? In that case…"

Fortunately, there isn't.

Song Huan Yan says, "No need."

"Mm." Nan Gong Yu nods, "Then go wash quickly, and rest early after. You're definitely tired today."

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, "Hmm."

After saying that, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, lifted her foot, and rushed into the left bathroom.

She just thought of it!

This Bedroom has two washing areas!

Both include a restroom, daily washing, and a bathroom!

She forgot everything because she was so nervous.

She even thought they would wash together…

Song Huan Yan stepped into the bathroom, her face flushed bright red, and quickly closed the door.

Nan Gong Yu gave a light laugh and also entered the other bathroom.

After Song Huan Yan finished washing and came out, she found Nan Gong Yu had not yet emerged.

She felt a bit uneasy, but she couldn't just run to sit on the sofa.

She had to get on the bed and hug her big body pillow.

Still daydreaming, a phone ringtone suddenly rang.

It wasn't her phone.

Song Huan Yan looked and saw it was the phone Nan Gong Yu had casually placed on the nightstand.

He had no guard at all toward her.

Song Huan Yan leaned over to look; it was a call from Meng Zhangfeng.

She didn't answer, but it kept ringing.

Finally Song Huan Yan picked it up.

Before she could speak, Meng Zhangfeng said, "Lord Nan, the video conference time has arrived; the subordinate is waiting for you at the study door."

Opposite the Bedroom is a huge study.

Song Huan Yan said, "Lord Nan is still showering. At this hour, does he still have a meeting?"

Meng Zhangfeng said, "Young Madam? Hmm, yes. Previously, Lord Nan, in order to rush back, held an all‑night meeting; it wasn't finished, and there were two more, so he decided to hold a video conference after returning."

Song Huan Yan was stunned, "One… all‑night?"

"Hmm." Meng Zhangfeng said directly, "Regarding your inquiry at the Civil Affairs Bureau about the Marriage Certificate, the Civil Affairs Bureau side said that Lord Nan was worried about you, so he compressed the schedule and consolidated all the meetings. Originally we planned to return to the country two days later."

Song Huan Yan was somewhat surprised; so… that's how it is.

The Civil Affairs Bureau reported to Nan Gong Yu, and Song Huan Yan was not surprised.

This man is all‑seeing; she should have realized he would know.

She just hadn't thought in that direction.

However, most people get angry when suspected; he, on the contrary… worries about her?

He even compressed the schedule to hold an all‑night meeting?

So he held it, rushed back, and happened to return when she was at the hotel?

She still thought he just took some spare time to come back, and coincidentally arrived at the hotel incident.

Song Huan Yan couldn't articulate her feelings at that moment; saying she wasn't moved would be outright false.

"Okay, I understand," Song Huan Yan said, then asked, "Can this meeting be postponed to tomorrow?"

Perhaps she herself hadn't realized.

She began to feel tender toward him.

Meng Zhangfeng said, "I'm afraid not, Young Madam. These two meetings involve very important decisions. Holding them tomorrow would delay the project's progress."

"Oh." Song Huan Yan said, "Alright, when he comes out I'll tell him."

"Hmm." Meng Zhangfeng said, "Then I'll hang up, good night, Young Madam."

"Good night." Song Huan Yan said.

Meng Zhangfeng hung up, but Song Huan Yan still held the phone pressed to her ear.

For a moment she hadn't been able to detach herself from the information Meng Zhangfeng had revealed.

He actually… could do such a thing?

Thinking about it, she seemed to have never done anything for him.

Still pondering, a dark silhouette suddenly loomed over with a hint of oppressive aura.

Song Huan Yan looked up and saw Nan Gong Yu standing at the bedside.

The deep‑blue sleep robe made him even more strikingly handsome.

His aura naturally exuded a fierce King's Aura; each sudden appearance or approach always gave people a sense of pressure.

"Sorry." Song Huan Yan hurriedly handed him the phone, "Um, the call from Meng Zhangfeng kept ringing, so I answered."

Nan Gong Yu took the phone, sat at the bedside, and said, "You can answer my phone however you like."

Then he added, "Remind me about the meeting?"

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded.

Nan Gong Yu lowered his gaze to look at the phone, "There's still enough time."

After speaking, he stood up and walked toward the Bedroom Living Room.

Song Huan Yan slightly frowned, "He… is going to attend the meeting wearing a sleep robe?"

He wearing that sleep robe… hmm, it's a bit overly alluring.

Or… should he change clothes?

Chu Yue will also attend the meeting, right?

I wonder if Chu Yue has ever seen him in a sleep robe?

It seems I've probably seen them before.

But it doesn't matter before her.

Now… thinking of that, Song Huan Yan immediately lifted the quilt.

Unexpectedly, Nan Gong Yu returned to the Bedroom.

He still carried a small box in his hand.

Song Huan Yan looked closely; the man had already stepped forward and placed the small box on the bedside table.

It was a medicine box.

Nan Gong Yu opened the medicine box, took out a jar of ointment and unscrewed it.

He said to her, "Give me your hand."

Song Huan Yan had even forgotten her own wrist injury.

Such a red mark actually isn't a big deal.

But Song Huan Yan said nothing and handed over her hand.

Nan Gong Yu lifted her hand and gently applied the ointment.

His movements were gentle; the pads of his fingers rubbed her wrist, his expression focused.

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, feeling that this hand had gone numb.

The other hand's fingers also inexplicably curled.

For some reason, she always felt an ambiguous, lingering affection fluttering between them.

After a moment, the ointment was applied.

Nan Gong Yu examined carefully, released her hand, and said, "All right."

Song Huan Yan withdrew her hand, pursed her lips, and said, "Thank you."

Nan Gong Yu raised an eyebrow, twisted the ointment lid, put it back into the medicine box, and said, "There's no need to thank me for such a small matter."

While speaking, he pulled a wet wipe from the bedside table and wiped his fingers.

He wiped them slowly and leisurely.

He also looked at Song Huan Yan.

Song Huan Yan's face flushed a bit, and she silently took her hug pillow and clutched it.

Nan Gong Yu gave a low laugh, then tossed the wipe into the trash can, lifted his gaze to her and said, "You go to sleep first."

After speaking, his eyes fell on her hug pillow.

Song Huan Yan suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, silently loosened the hug pillow, nodded, and said, "Alright."

Regarding his overnight meeting and rushing back to the country, Song Huan Yan said nothing.

She just needed to know.

No need to bring it up deliberately, nor to act pretentiously again.

Nan Gong Yu looked at her; under the orange lamp, she was even more beautiful.

It even made him, for some unknown reason, feel a tinge of lingering reluctance.

He even didn't really feel like attending any meeting.

"I'll come back after the meeting," Nan Gong Yu stood up and said that oddly.

In fact, that sentence was pointless; after the meeting, where else could he go but back?

"Hmm," Song Huan Yan nodded.

Her gaze lingered on his deep‑blue sleep robe.

Just as Nan Gong Yu was about to step forward, Song Huan Yan suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

Nan Gong Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Are you going to attend the meeting like this?" Song Huan Yan sat on the bed, slightly tilting her head to ask him.

Her appearance resembled a mermaid of the deep sea.

Or… the most beautiful and alluring one.

Nan Gong Yu pressed his Adam's apple and asked, "Then how should I dress?"

Strangely, his voice went completely hoarse.

In the orange‑glow lamp of this deep night, the Bedroom was suffused with a heat‑inducing ambiguity.