Water droplets trickled down from the sharp chin, sliding into the hollow collarbone and gliding onto the flat abdomen.
Yan Chuan’s cheeks were flushed from the heat, giving him a bit of a healthy color, and his lips were moist and red.
He exhaled deeply and wiped the water drops off his eyelashes.
Deciding to take a bath was the right choice.
The hot water washed over his body, and Yan Chuan lathered the soap he brought, carefully applying it all over himself.
A faint fragrance spread through the air; he sniffed slightly, not quite repulsed by the scent.
Having lived in a private hospital for a few years, Yan Chuan indeed hadn’t suffered much; the facilities were advanced, and the patient room was fully equipped. Why would he need to sneak into an apartment bathroom to wash up?
He chose to come at a time when there were fewer people, entering the innermost bathroom, and he pulled down the thin curtain for privacy.
Yan Chuan was participating in a survival variety show where he had to play the role of a gentle wife. This space was like a low-rent apartment.
Wait, a low-rent apartment?
Yan Chuan suddenly stopped lathering, a thought striking him.
Why were other contestants living here? Some because they lacked jobs or funds, others had come searching for children after many years or eloped. But why did this family end up in a low-rent apartment?
Was it because his husband had a low income and couldn’t afford a home, leaving his young and beautiful wife to live here… or was there another reason?
Yan Chuan found it puzzling.
According to the script, the character he was portraying as a “wife” was not a submissive role; it wasn’t a negative connotation of being restless. On the surface, she was gentle but unfaithful, and with her good looks, she certainly didn’t seem like someone who would live in a low-rent apartment with a poor boy (misunderstanding).
His “husband” also seemed to have a decent relationship with him, judging by the frequency of messages.
What was this supposed to mean? Was she supporting her husband through hardship? But he was unemployed, staying at home all day, and there were so many strange clothes in the closet…
Was it possible that her husband was frequently absent, prompting her to seek a lover?
His mind abruptly came to a halt, and Yan Chuan took a deep breath, rinsing off the lather.
He should probably finish up quickly and head back.
The clothes he had changed out of still needed washing; these two were among the few solid-colored dresses he had picked out, ones that could be considered acceptable.
He had found them in the assortment of odd clothes in the closet.
“Drip.”
A drop of water suddenly fell onto Yan Chuan’s cheek, cold and chilling.
He flinched, not understanding why the bathroom had suddenly grown cold, his slender figure shivering slightly in the misty air.
He thought it best to finish washing quickly. As he reached to wrap himself in a towel, he abruptly felt the curtain behind him being pulled back.
Who was it?
A tall and unfamiliar shadow appeared on the tiled wall, intruding into the small bathroom without a care in the world.
From the outside looking in, beneath the knee-length curtain, slender legs were crossed, delicate bare feet stark against the dark limbs.
Rounded toes curled up anxiously.
“Uh!”
A pair of hands, warm with heat, covered Yan Chuan’s eyes, blocking his line of sight.
Before he could even scream, his mouth was covered, his soft lips forced against the rough palm.
To make matters worse, the intruder pulled him entirely into an embrace, using his body as a prisoner, cornering him between himself and the wall.
The shower continued to drip water incessantly.
[Who is it? Did they really just barge in while the wife is showering?]
[Ahhhh, where is Yan’s husband? Where are the lovers? Someone come protect the wife!]
[I can’t see the scene, I’m so anxious, I want to watch too!]
[Ugh, I just thought, would someone be peeping at the wife showering, and here they are! The wife isn’t even dressed! Pervert, stay away!]
The intruder naturally did not answer Yan Chuan’s questions. With his eyes covered in darkness, all he could hear was the faint sound of water and the heavy sound of breathing.
The person was much taller than him, an imposing figure that could easily wrap him in their arms. The heat emanating was intense, making Yan Chuan feel as if his back had pressed against a furnace, causing him to shiver.
Yan Chuan slightly parted his lips, their color rich. His pale cheeks flushed with color, and his thick eyelashes blinked nervously, his breathing growing tense.
Unable to see, his back tightened, and he struggled slightly while trying to ensure the wide towel didn’t fall off.
The towel, wrapped haphazardly around him, was his only coverage, barely reaching below his knees.
His snow-white shoulders were exposed, droplets of water still running down them. His skin was particularly delicate, faintly scented—
He didn’t know what the fragrance was, but it was oddly intoxicating, invading his nostrils and tempting him to sniff it more closely.
There was no need to look down; vast expanses of white were exposed to the cool air, pitifully shrinking within the towel.
No… there really were many perverts on this survival variety show.
The person covering his eyes had warmth and breath, clearly a contestant, but he didn’t know which one it was from earlier that morning.
Yan Chuan tugged at the edge of the towel, feeling hot water continuing to cascade down, drenching both him and the person behind him.
The humidity was thickening; the heat of the person half-embracing him reached an alarming level.
Who was this pervert? Did this have anything to do with the task he had received?
Yan Chuan’s breath quickened as he contemplated, his lips slightly parting.
He had never considered how he appeared to others at that moment.
During the day, he was a quiet and reserved beautiful wife, dressed in the most conservative long dress. His pale arms refused to show, standing at the back of the crowd with his head down.
Yet now, he was hidden away in a public bathroom for a shower, where the partitions had no doors. Just a thin curtain separated him, so someone passing outside could easily see him bathing.
The bathroom was simply equipped, lacking privacy, and one could easily see the pearly white calves and delicate ankles without needing to bend down. If someone were daring enough, they could use the sound of running water as cover to peek in, perhaps catching a glimpse of even more.
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