"No! I want my wife Zhu Zhuqing to wipe my face!"
Su Yu kept his eyes closed, acting a little shameless.
He rested his chin right in Zhu Zhuqing's palm, its warmth passing through their skin.
Zhu Zhuqing's breath suddenly caught, and her fingertips curled slightly as though they had been scalded.
Her heart pounded like a drum, and her cheeks instantly grew hot enough to burn.
His chin rested lightly against her palm, making her forget to move for a moment.
"Hm? My dear wife, why aren't you wiping my face?"
Feeling no movement, Su Yu opened his eyes slightly. A hazy sheen of moisture filled them, and he looked at her like a large dog begging for affection.
His gaze made Zhu Zhuqing's heart tremble. She hurriedly collected herself, picked up the warm cloth that had been wrung out beside them, and brought it toward his cheek with slightly trembling fingertips.
The moment the cloth touched his skin, Su Yu obligingly tilted his head up a little to make it easier for her to wipe his face.
His eyelashes were long, casting faint shadows in the candlelight. His nose was straight, and his lips bore a moist redness from the alcohol.
Zhu Zhuqing did not dare look too closely. She simply lowered her head and carefully wiped his face, moving gently from his forehead to his jaw.
Su Yu narrowed his eyes in comfort, a low sigh escaping his throat like a cat having its fur stroked.
"All done..."
Having finished, Zhu Zhuqing was just about to withdraw her hand when Su Yu caught her wrist and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
His warm breath brushed her skin, carrying a faint scent of alcohol that was not pungent.
"My dear wife, don't go! Sleep