Mo Xiuchen's gaze flickered slightly as he handed the comb back to her and said, "Alright, I'll go take a shower first. Dry your hair."
The implication was clear—so they could go to bed together later?
At this thought, Wen Ran's face grew even hotter.
Fortunately, Mo Xiuchen turned and walked toward the bathroom right after giving her the comb, so he didn't see her flushed cheeks.
Wen Ran quickly pushed aside her scattered thoughts, picked up the hairdryer, and began drying her hair. The hum of the dryer drowned out the sound of running water in the bathroom, gradually calming her nerves completely.
Just as she finished drying her hair and switched off the dryer, she heard Mo Xiuchen's voice coming from the bathroom.
"Wen Ran, can you grab me a pair of shorts? This towel is wet."
Her expression changed. Only then did she remember—she had accidentally knocked the towel off the rack earlier, and it had gotten soaked.
Mo Xiuchen had gone straight into the bathroom without stopping by the walk-in closet, which meant he hadn't brought any underwear. That night, he had come out wrapped in just a towel…
The memory of that night suddenly surfaced in her mind.
Her heart, which had just settled down, was instantly thrown into chaos again.
Even the "okay" that slipped from her lips carried a slight tremor. She quickly placed the hairdryer back on the dressing table, dashed into the closet, and pulled out a pair of dark-colored boxer briefs.
As she reached the bathroom door, it suddenly swung open from the inside. Mo Xiuchen's tall figure stood in the doorway, revealing his striking features. His outstretched hand, fingers long and well-defined, reached for the shorts.
She didn't dare to look at him. She simply extended the boxer briefs toward him. But whether she let go too quickly or he was too slow to catch them, the shorts slipped straight to the floor.
"Ah—" She gasped softly and immediately bent down to pick them up.
The thick scent of body wash mixed with his natural masculine fragrance rushed over her, clouding her mind. She had completely forgotten that the doorway was narrow. The moment she squatted down, her head bumped against the doorframe.
Inside the bathroom, Mo Xiuchen's gaze darkened slightly. He quickly reached out and pulled the door open wider.
"Here!"
Wen Ran, still clutching her throbbing head with one hand, held out his boxer briefs with the other. But when she looked up, the sight before her wasn't Mo Xiuchen's handsome face.
Her already slightly flushed face instantly turned scarlet.
She instinctively wanted to look away, but before she could, she noticed something—and her eyes widened in shock.
In just a few short seconds, something had… changed.
"Do you like what you see?"
His husky voice pulled her back to reality. She snapped her head up and met Mo Xiuchen's deep, burning gaze. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
"I… I…"
She wanted to explain, but her mind was a chaotic mess. She stammered a few times but couldn't form a coherent sentence.
Mo Xiuchen's gaze drifted from her crimson face down to her chest. Earlier, while she had been staring at that, he hadn't exactly been at a disadvantage—her loose nightgown had already given him a full, unobstructed view.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. Then, suddenly, he stepped forward, grabbing her wrist in one swift motion.
Wen Ran, still lost in her frantic thoughts, was caught off guard. His searing touch branded her skin like hot iron, sending a violent shiver through her entire body.
"Wen Ran!"