Suddenly, the healthy hand of her husband reached out and firmly grasped Yan Chuan’s wrist. The intense warmth transmitted from his wrist made Yan Chuan freeze momentarily, nervously lowering his lashes.
Lifting his head slightly, he could see the man’s powerful muscles, neither overly exaggerated nor lacking in strength. The heat engulfing him was not the only thing; there was also a remarkably intense presence. Every heavier breath and the warmth radiating from him clearly conveyed a message to Yan Chuan.
In front of him stood a young, strong, and exceptionally fierce man.
Yan Chuan muttered inwardly.
He couldn’t quite figure out how the man looked when he was clothed; he could only make a rough judgment that he was tall. But when the clothes came off, the contrast was striking.
Did the NPC modeling in the escape variety show really reach such superior standards?
Under the bath towel, he could vaguely see an outline that was incredibly embarrassing for Yan Chuan, making him feel mortified.
Yan Chuan did his best to avoid looking at any part of his husband.
“What’s wrong?” His cheeks flushed, whether from the heat or other reasons, he tried to maintain a somewhat calm tone.
Yan Chuan moved his wrist, “Please let go, I can’t even move like this.”
His voice dropped, “…let go.”
Perhaps it was his husband’s conscience awakening, or maybe his tone was too pitiful; in any case, he released Yan Chuan’s wrist.
But he changed his grip—now clutching the wet fabric of Yan Chuan’s shirt.
The darker-skinned hand pressed against his shoulder and, with a slight tug on the wet collar, revealed a snow-white shoulder.
Yan Chuan’s eyes widened in shock, and before he could push the man’s hand away, he heard his husband’s steady voice: “It’s uncomfortable with wet clothes sticking to you; you should take them off.”
“No need…” Though dizzy from the heat, Yan Chuan quickly reacted, rejecting his husband’s ambiguous suggestion: “I’ve already washed; I’ll change later.”
His slender fingers rested atop the man’s hand, applying slight pressure in an attempt to pry his husband’s hand away and save his vulnerable collar.
However, his strength was no match for his husband; instead of breaking free, he ended up hurting his own hand.
This realization made Yan Chuan purse his lips, raising his voice slightly: “Let go…”
His husband replied, “Weren’t you just asking if the baby promised to take a bath with me?”
With deep, dark eyes that had a somewhat cold, inorganic quality, he now seemed to carry an air of innocence.
Yan Chuan was taken aback, unsure whether to release his grip on his collar.
The man stared at Yan Chuan, observing his confused yet rosy face, and pronounced each word: “Or do you not want to bathe with me?”
“Do you want to bathe with someone else?”
“Of course not…” Yan Chuan instinctively retorted, not knowing what to say, repeating dizzily: “I don’t…”
“Then why don’t you want to?” His husband seized on the loophole in Yan Chuan’s words, tightening his grip as he pulled back the wet short sleeve, “Do you not like your husband anymore?”
Yan Chuan shook his head.
To maintain his persona, he had to help his strong yet slightly injured husband with personal care. Now, to prove his heart harbored no interest in other men, he needed to bathe with his husband.
The tall, muscular man leaned down, practically pinning Yan Chuan against the small bathroom wall; just a slight movement would bring him closer.
Yan Chuan curled up as much as he could, fearing he might touch something inappropriate.
【@Escaping Variety Show, complaint! It went black as soon as we entered the bathroom, and now there’s no sound! Are we really not allowed to see anything?】
【Why doesn’t Yan Baoluo just take a shower? Of course, that’s not what I mean! The wet clothes are sticking to him and making him uncomfortable, and it’s easy to get sick… So, does the baby really not want to wash up?】
【It feels like the roots are deep… Poor wife.】
【Ugh, he’s just relying on the identity given by the escape variety show! Next time, wife, go to a different script and cozy up to a gentle man; let’s see if he dares to bully you again!】
The heat rose, and Yan Chuan’s face turned crimson, resembling a ripe berry, sweet enough to burst if lightly bitten.
His eyes were also tinged with red, pushed to the limit where he felt he might cry at the slightest provocation.
His short-sleeved shirt was already drenched, clinging to his body, revealing his slender, graceful curves.
The delicate shoulders, an almost fragile waist, and the faintly visible swell of his chest were all in an extremely pale blush, tender like buds sprouting in spring.
Anyone who saw would probably go crazy.
Though his husband clearly had ulterior motives, he managed to disguise them well. His voice was slightly hoarse as he hastily made an excuse: “Let’s start by wiping your back.”
Yan Chuan replied, “…I’ve already washed.”
It seemed the man didn’t hear him, as he adjusted the water flow to be even greater.
Water poured down with a loud sound.
Aside from that, the bathroom was quiet until a vague banging noise echoed from somewhere outside.
It should have been coming from the corridor.
Yan Chuan jolted, a strand of his anxious and embarrassed thoughts wandered, “What’s that noise outside?”
What had happened now?
But his foggy brain couldn’t accurately make a judgment, so he had to helplessly seek his husband’s help.
“Shh,” his husband pressed a finger against his damp, flushed lips, seemingly casual, “Don’t mind them.”
The finger against his lips was slightly ticklish. Yan Chuan absentmindedly licked the tip of his tongue, after which the man maliciously pressed his fingertip even further.
He frowned, quickly losing himself in the overwhelming sensations.
Yan Chuan was drenched.
His body was sticky and uncomfortable from the heat, but he still needed to “wipe” his husband.
He had to carefully avoid sensitive areas without making it too obvious, otherwise, he would have to answer why.
His husband didn’t even care for his own injury and insisted on washing him instead.
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