He looked sideways at her; her cheeks were rosy. She had probably recovered from her cold.

 Then he let his gaze travel down to the silk lace nightdress she was wearing. His eyes flickered but caught himself and looked down, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt.

 The house was quiet except for the familiar rustling of Leng Sicheng’s shirt. Gu Qingqing put down the hand that was holding the towel she was going to use to dry her hair. “Thank you for helping my brother.”

 Even though it was an instruction from her mother, at the end of the day, he did pay the money to save her brother—she was grateful for that.

 Leng Sicheng’s fingers paused for a brief second, and all his emotions were concealed in his eyes. He unfastened the last button, and removed his coat and shirt and threw it to her. She caught them immediately. Worried that her expression of gratitude was not sincere enough, she suggested, “Do you want to take a shower? I’ll get the towel and pajamas ready for you.”

 The only answer her question received was Leng Sicheng turning around and entering the bathroom. That was then followed by sounds of clanging metals of his belt and buttons, and then a pair of trousers was thrown out. She caught them too. Then the bathroom door slammed shut with a loud bang, nearly hitting her face.

 Gu Qingqing touched her nose and deposited her husband’s clothes into the laundry basket. Then she stood in front of the dressing table and blow-dried her hair.

 Even though Leng Sicheng had ignored her just now, at least he did not recoil from her or give her rude looks.

 The sound of trickling water stopped and she immediately got up to give him a fresh towel. When she arrived at the door, the door swung open and revealed a completely uncovered Leng Sicheng, completely naked in front of her!

 No matter how many times she had seen it, she would never get used to seeing his stark-naked body. She walked up to her husband, head lowered. “Here’s your towel.”

 She avoided looking at his entire body even as she bent forward to pass him the towel.

 Leng Sicheng did not accept it nor answer her. Curious, Gu Qingqing looked up and saw that Leng Sicheng had made his way towards her and was standing close by.

 Gu Qingqing jumped in surprise and took a step backwards. The further back she moved, the closer he moved towards her. She kept retreating until her calf hit the edge of the bed and suddenly, she was sitting on the edge. Leng Sicheng kept coming forward until they were no more than ten centimeters away from each other.

 With her sitting and him standing, she only had to raise her head and she would be face-to-face with his manhood. Even though they had been married for three years now, and she was way past her naïve-girl phase, she could not pretend to ignore his member dangling in front of her eyes.

 Although she was not looking at him, they were close enough that she could feel the steam from his body and smell the scent of the bodywash. There was nowhere for her to hide.

 When he noticed that his wife’s head was pointed towards the floor, Leng Sicheng said, “What are you trying to avoid? It’s not the first time you’ve seen my body. Is there any part of my body that you’ve never seen before?”

 His tone was languid yet vicious.

 “I… I’m not…” She did not know what to do or say. She was even afraid to breathe. Then she leaned backwards slightly so that there was a little bit more distance between them. Now, she can breathe a little bit better.

 When he saw how red her neck and ears were, Leng Sicheng shot her a smirk that disappeared before she could notice it. “Help me dry myself.”