Chapter 95: Personal Care

Su Jin had something on her mind and didn't sleep soundly, so she got up early.

She hesitated for a moment, but still walked to Gu Yan's door and knocked lightly.

The door in front of her didn't open; instead, the door next door opened.

Gu Lin poked his head out with a messy mop of hair: "Sister-in-law? Are you looking for Yanyan?"

"Yes, there was no response when I knocked on her door."

Gu Lin let out a long yawn, and at an angle where his sister-in-law couldn't see, he curled his lip with an "I knew it" expression.

"She must be next door, she couldn't have gone far," he said lazily.

Either Gu Yan ran over there herself, or Shen Yanhui had lured her over.

Having experienced this too many times, he was almost used to it.

Su Jin couldn't help but laugh; these two were truly inseparable.

But she was also someone who had been through it, so she naturally understood that clingy feeling when passion was high, where one wished they could become conjoined twins.

Just as she was about to speak, the door to the master bedroom opened.

Gu Chen walked out, smoothing his cuffs, and stopped when he saw the two standing in the living room: "What's wrong?"

Gu Lin, big-mouthed, said: "Sister-in-law is looking for Yanyan."

Gu Chen hummed with a laugh, his face expressionless: "She's not there?"

Su Jin: "……Yes."

Gu Chen understood: "At Shen Yanhui's place?"

Su Jin was a little surprised: "You're not angry?"

"If being angry were useful, could she still slip away right under our noses?" Gu Chen walked over, put his arm around her waist, and led her toward the door.

"Where are we going?" Su Jin was confused.

"To have breakfast, then I'll take you around; it's not often we come to Monza."

The two walked away, disappearing in an instant.

Gu Lin stood where he was, scratching his bird's-nest hair. One pair after another, and they didn't invite him to play.

It was fine, he would go find his idol.

Today was Thursday, media day for the Italian Grand Prix, and the drivers would be accepting media interviews in the paddock.

But knowing his idol's temperament, he would surely brush the others off with a few words, leaving the remaining time just for him.

But as soon as Gu Lin arrived at the garage, he was dumbfounded; his idol, who had vowed to be with his car for a lifetime, was currently pinning a great beauty down in the lounge, kissing her inseparably.

Just as he pushed the door open, a car model was thrown over. If he hadn't dodged quickly, his head would definitely have been cracked open.

Gu Lin hurriedly backed out.

The door closed, and he was still stunned. After a long while, he couldn't help but say: "Holy shit!"

Aside from that national curse word, no other term could describe his current mood.

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Hotel penthouse suite.

Gu Yan woke up in a daze, still draped in Shen Yanhui's white shirt.

But after a night, it was already wrinkled beyond recognition.

She moved and discovered she was securely wrapped in a warm embrace, her back pressed against a solid chest, with an arm draped over her waist.

Shen Yanhui noticed almost the moment she woke up, his arm tightening slightly: "Awake?"

His voice was low and hoarse from the morning, very pleasant to hear.

"Mm." Gu Yan responded lazily, turned around in his arms, and looked up at him: "What time is it?"

"Past nine." Shen Yanhui lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Does it still hurt?"

Gu Yan felt around; the cramping in her stomach had disappeared, leaving only a faint, dull sensation and weakness.

She shook her head: "Much better, just no strength. And my body feels a bit... sticky, uncomfortable."

Last night, she had broken out in quite a cold sweat.

Shen Yanhui released her and got out of bed. The morning light outlined his tall, straight silhouette; although his shirt and trousers were somewhat disheveled, it added a touch of lazy sexiness.

"Wait," he said.

A few minutes later, he returned to the bedroom, bent down, and picked her up, quilt and all.

"What are you doing?" Gu Yan wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Taking a bath," he said concisely, carrying her toward the spacious bathroom in the suite.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the bathtub was already half-full of warm water. Shen Yanhui didn't put her into the tub, but instead placed her on the countertop, which was covered with thick, soft towels, letting her sit steadily.

He himself knelt on one knee to be at eye level with her.

"Lift your arms," he said in a low voice, his fingers resting on the straps of her silk nightdress.

Gu Yan's face heated up slightly, but she obediently lifted her arms.

The silky camisole nightdress was gently slid off her shoulders by him, gliding down her body's curves and piling at her waist.

A chill hit her, and she shivered subconsciously.

Shen Yanhui's movements paused, and he looked up at her: "Cold?"

"A little..." she whispered.

He didn't speak, but stood up to turn up the temperature of the heating vent, then knelt back down to continue his work. The nightdress was completely removed and folded to the side.

Next was her underwear; he moved behind her, his fingertips nimbly unfastening the clasp. When the fabric loosened, Gu Yan couldn't help but take a soft breath.

Shen Yanhui's hand paused for a moment before he completely removed the garment.

Now, only the last bit of covering remained on her body.

He remained kneeling on one knee before her, his hand resting on the side of her slender waist, his fingertips touching the edge of her underwear.

His gaze looked at her calmly, carrying a silent inquiry.

Gu Yan's cheeks were burning hot, her eyelashes trembled, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.

Having received permission, he then moved. The fabric was gently pulled down, and he held her ankles to help her step out of it completely.

Gu Yan curled her fingers, feeling as though every inch of skin swept by his gaze had been ironed by an invisible heat.

Shen Yanhui, however, remained composed; he picked her up and placed her into the warm water. He then pulled over the body wash from the side, squeezed it into his palm, worked it into a lather, and applied it to her body bit by bit.

Gu Yan couldn't help but close her eyes and whisper, "... I'd better do it myself."

Shen Yanhui: "You are sick and have no strength."

His large palm continued to move, gradually heading toward sensitive areas, and Gu Yan couldn't help but press her legs together, only to have them parted by a gentle yet irresistible force.

After twenty minutes of torment, Gu Yan was finally wrapped in a dry bath towel.

She regretted immensely why she had nodded when he was taking off her clothes just now; taking a bath was even more shameful than being bullied by him in bed.

Shen Yanhui reached out to tug at her bath towel, but it didn't budge.

"Not going to wear clothes?"

Gu Yan: "..."

She had no choice but to let go, allowing him to put her underwear on and then pull on a light beige loungewear set.

He set her down to stand, then stepped back half a pace, looking her over to confirm she was dressed properly and warmly.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

Gu Yan blinked; since she had already been through the shame, there was no need to be reserved anymore. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, hanging onto him softly: "No, I want to be carried."

Shen Yanhui let out a low laugh, supporting her buttocks as he lifted her up.

Gu Yan directed him to place her on the sofa and then petulantly made a request: "I'm hungry, I want to drink millet porridge."