Qian Renxue's Shyness

Dai Chengfeng's technique could hardly be called practiced, but he was patient and meticulous enough. Whenever his fingertips occasionally brushed her scalp or the nape of her neck, they drew a faint shiver from her.

Qian Renxue's body was slightly stiff as she felt this rare, gentle gesture from him. A trace of warmth rose in her heart, mixed with even more shyness.

She had never imagined that this man, usually so arrogant and unruly, so perverse in his actions, could also have such a... considerate side.

"I can do it myself..."

she said softly, trying to take the towel.

"Don't move."

Dai Chengfeng held down her hand, his voice deep and low, carrying an unquestionable note. "Let me."

Qian Renxue stopped struggling and obediently let him do as he pleased.

The bedchamber fell silent for a time, with only the sound of the towel rubbing against her hair, and the two of them breathing close at hand.

Candlelight swayed, casting their shadows onto the wall, overlapping together, intimate without the slightest gap.

"You... went to see His Majesty just now?"

As Dai Chengfeng wiped her hair, he asked as though casually, his tone calm, betraying nothing unusual.

Qian Renxue's heart stirred slightly, and she said softly, "Mm. Mother said she had a headache and told me to come back and rest first."

"A headache?"

Dai Chengfeng kept moving his hands, a hint of amusement entering his tone. "That makes sense. Pope Your Majesty manages countless affairs every day and strains her mind. A few headaches and fevers are unavoidable."

As he spoke, Dai Chengfeng stopped what he was doing and draped the towel over the back of a nearby chair. Then he looped both arms around her waist again and turned her around to face him.

Dai Chengfeng looked