Washing You Too

Villa, first floor.

Shen Yan sat on the sofa, happily playing his game console.

Bai Jing sat cross-legged on the sofa, thoroughly satisfied. "This durian is so sweet! Soft and creamy, like ice cream! So good."

As she ate, she kept sneaking glances at Shen Yan and Pei Heng.

Shen Yan was gaming.

Pei Heng sat beside him, looking down at his phone.

Jury!

They were such a perfect match!

Their looks matched, their personalities matched, and they looked even more compatible sitting together!

Smack.

The durian in her hand slipped free and rolled down her chest onto her lap.

Bai Jing immediately let out a shriek. "My durian!"

Then she puffed out her chest at Song Qianshan. "Shanshan, help me wipe it off. It got all over my clothes."

Song Qianshan was sending a WeChat message. When she heard that, she turned and saw a large smear of durian on Bai Jing's chest.

She quickly pulled out two tissues for her.

Bai Jing did not move. "Shanshan, wipe it for me. My hands are dirty."

Song Qianshan frowned.

Bai Jing giggled. "It's fine, it's fine. Just wipe it. We're both girls."

Song Qianshan hesitated for a moment before raising her hand to wipe the durian off Bai Jing's clothes.

As Pei Heng watched, his eyes suddenly lit up, his face looking as though he had learned something. He immediately turned toward Shen Yan beside him.

Seeing how focused Shen Yan was on his game, Pei Heng put away his phone and picked up a piece of durian from the plate on the table. He inspected himself several times before finally—

"Oops!"

Pei Heng deliberately let the durian slip from his hand.

It landed directly on Shen Yan's chest.

After failing the same level thirty-eight times and already simmering with rage, Shen Yan grabbed the fallen durian and tried to shove it into Pei Heng's mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Pei Heng swiftly grabbed Shen Yan's hand. "Look, your clothes are dirty. Let me wipe them for you."

Shen Yan moved even faster. He grabbed the durian flesh in his hand and smacked it onto Pei Heng's head.

"Oops, look at your hair—it's all dirty. Let me wipe it for you!"

Shen Yan looked at Pei Heng with smug satisfaction at getting his revenge.

Pei Heng met his gaze. After looking at him for a moment, he suddenly grabbed Shen Yan's arm and dragged him upstairs.

"Wipe it? You need to wash it for me! Otherwise, this isn't over!"

Bai Jing's eyes instantly lit up like three-thousand-watt bulbs.

Can I go watch in person?

Pei Heng was strong. No matter how Shen Yan struggled, Pei Heng half-dragged and half-carried him straight into a room on the second floor.

Once inside, he shoved Shen Yan into the bathroom.

For some reason, Shen Yan felt that this scene was strangely familiar.

It felt as though Pei Heng had pushed him into a bathroom like this at some point before.

Huh?

Why did he have that illusion?

And with the earlier incident involving the orange-segment candy, Shen Yan could not help asking, "Have we met before?"

Pei Heng pulled off his shirt in one motion, revealing a muscular, sturdy chest radiating raw masculine heat.

He grabbed Shen Yan's hand and stuffed a bottle of shampoo into it. "Don't think trying to get friendly will get you out of this. You got my hair dirty, so hurry up and wash it clean."

Shen Yan was unconvinced. "Don't think I don't know you deliberately dropped that durian on me. I haven't even settled the score with you yet."

Pei Heng lowered his eyes to look at him.

One hand held Shen Yan's wrist while the other lightly poked Shen Yan's chest. "I did do it on purpose. Go ahead and settle the score with me."

Shen Yan: ...

Why was someone even more unpredictable than him?

Shen Yan was momentarily speechless.

Pei Heng moved closer. Their breaths nearly tangled as Pei Heng said, "How are you going to settle the score? Want me to wash your clothes? Or wash you along with them?"

Shen Yan smacked his lips, tasting that something was off.

His eyes suddenly lit up as he asked Pei Heng, "Don't tell me you've fallen for me?"

Pei Heng looked into his eyes, his gaze burning hot. "If I said I had, what would you do?"

Shen Yan immediately said, "I'd go find your mother right away!"

Pei Heng froze, unable to keep up with that train of thought. "Find my mother?"

Shen Yan flashed a villainous grin.

"Hehehehe! Then your mother will give me five million and tell me to get lost!"

Pei Heng: ...

Bang, bang, bang.

While they were talking, a knock sounded outside.

Shen Yan glanced toward the door. "Could it be that speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives?"

Pei Heng kept his grip on Shen Yan's wrist. "Whether Cao Cao arrives is hard to say, but even if Liu-Guan-Zhang all show up, you still have to wash my hair first."

He tugged Shen Yan beneath the showerhead and turned it on.

Shen Yan jumped and slapped him. "You splashed water all over me."

That slap landed on Pei Heng's chest.

His skin was cool from the water, making Shen Yan's hand feel especially warm.

Using his height and strength, Pei Heng pinned Shen Yan against the wall.

Water rushed from the showerhead.

Standing beneath it, he said, "Perfect. I'll wash your clothes for you."

Bang, bang, bang!

The knocking outside grew louder.

Shen Yan leaned against the wall, the shower almost soaking him completely.

He felt something very strange. He actually did not want to refuse?

And there was even a hint of restless excitement?

It was as though...

Deep, deep inside, he had always been waiting for something like this to happen?

With the back of his head against the wall, Shen Yan tilted his head up slightly and looked at Pei Heng through the mist. At some point, his fingers had come to rest on Pei Heng's chest, lightly poking at it.

That strange feeling returned.

It seemed as though he had poked him like this before.

Pei Heng's Adam's apple bobbed. His voice turned hoarse as he leaned closer and asked Shen Yan, "Does it feel good?"

Shen Yan was almost completely enclosed by him. Just as he was about to speak, he felt Pei Heng lower his head and move closer.

Click—

The bedroom door was opened from outside!

"President Pei!" Xie Li's urgent voice pierced through at once.

Pei Heng cursed, grabbed a bathrobe, and turned to leave.

After closing the bathroom door securely, Pei Heng coldly looked at Xie Li, who had entered his room.

Xie Li looked uneasy. He glanced toward the bathroom behind Pei Heng. "President Pei, I knocked for so long, but you didn't open the door. I thought something dangerous had happened to you inside, so I got the key from Xingchuan and came in. Are... are you all right? I think I heard you talking inside just now?"

Impatiently, Pei Heng said, "I'm fine. You can leave now."

Xie Li hurriedly said, "I came because I have something very important to tell you."

Pei Heng's face was filled with icy disgust.

Xie Li did not know how he had offended him, but that was not important. He swiftly pulled out his phone and held it out in front of Pei Heng.

"I just received this. I know President Pei is close to Shen Yan, so I didn't dare make a fuss and came straight over. What should we do about this?"

On the phone screen was a photo of Shen Yan.

But the photo was disgraceful.

Shen Yan was lying on a bed, almost completely disheveled, with injuries on his face and body.

That posture, that expression—anyone who saw it would think he had just been forced.

Xie Li quickly glanced at Pei Heng's expression and swiped across the screen. "There are several more. I don't know whether the sender sent them by mistake or what, but they suddenly sent them to me. President Pei, where is Shen Yan?"