"Just tell me if you'll agree or not!" Hermione threatened. "If you don't, you're not getting into bed tonight! You'll be sleeping on the sofa!"
The habit of cuddling to sleep has become the norm, and this threat carries considerable weight!
"Sigh... Fine then."
Hermione was overjoyed.
But Draco's next words shattered her joy.
"I'll just sleep on the sofa then... Anyway, even if we ended up in bed, I wouldn't get any of Miss Hermione's favor." Draco said resentfully, but his eyes were secretly watching her reaction.
Hermione was momentarily speechless at these audacious words.
Her face flushed again, and she felt a mix of shame, anger, and a hint of... guilt?
She knew what Draco was referring to.
Although the two had a deep affection for each other and their intimate contact increased, Draco never actually crossed the line or forced anyone.
"Fine, since you're so upset... then wait until you're an adult... no, wait until you're married! You can forget about it! I'll make you sleep on the sofa forever! Let's see who can outlive whom!" she said defiantly.
Upon hearing this, Draco was visibly taken aback.
"It's going to take that long!" Draco said reluctantly.
"So... when are we getting married?" Draco asked.
I originally just wanted to threaten him, but I didn't expect his focus to completely veer off to the word "marriage".
Looking at his impatient yet expectant expression,
Hermione was stunned. This guy's bottom line, for her sake, was actually upholding that promise called marriage.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Hermione's cheeks flushed even more. She lowered her head, avoiding Draco's burning gaze.
But the corners of my mouth couldn't help but turn up in a crazy smile:
"Idiot... who said I was going to marry you... but if you behave well... it's not out of the question..."
"Yes, my fiancée." Draco scooped Hermione out of the water and held her tightly in his arms.
Then it spun around, creating an even bigger splash.
"Hey! Slow down!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging his neck tightly, but couldn't help laughing along with him.
The sunlight gradually became somewhat lazy.
After the two went ashore and had a simple lunch, the manor's butler handed them the afternoon's activity list at the opportune moment.
The list includes various pastimes: photography, chess, bridge clubs, and top-tier luxury spa services.
Compared to these, Hermione preferred to curl up comfortably in the hanging basket, clutching the book " Several Hundred Poems, Lyrics, and Songs ".
Draco, however, was clearly not so easily swayed.
He moved closer to Hermione and sat down in the hanging basket, his arm instinctively resting on the back of her arm.
" Hermione, are you really not going to try that spa? The brochure says they use some rare essential oils that can relax muscles and relieve fatigue..." Draco tried to tempt her.
During the swimming lesson earlier, Hermione's muscles were too tense, and Draco wanted to see her relax and look adorably sleepy, and more importantly, he could try it out himself.
"No." Hermione shifted her position warily.
"Who knows what you're up to? Your massage technique when I was applying sunscreen by the pool already showed it. Once you get a hand on me, you'll definitely do something bad!"
She won't fall for it!
Once you agree to go to a spa, in that private and relaxing environment, who knows how he might take advantage of you!
Safety first. Stay away from any situation that might trigger Young Master Malfoy's animalistic instincts. Reading is much better—safe and peaceful!
Most importantly, it can also increase your knowledge.
"If you can't do it yourself, can you at least give me a massage?"
Draco tentatively said,
"Consider this a reward for your hard work and dedication as a swimming coach?" he said, deliberately cracking his shoulders and making a sound, while also pretending to be exhausted.
"No... You'll make that weird sound... It sounds awful..." Hermione remembered how he was moaning and groaning so comfortably just now by the pool when she was simply applying some lotion to his back.
Her ears burned, and her heart raced with anxiety.
It's impossible to concentrate on applying it!
"I promise I won't this time! I absolutely won't make any strange noises!" Draco raised three fingers as if swearing, his expression more sincere than ever before.
"Besides, there are professional therapists in the professional SPA room! I, Young Master Malfoy, also have my pride, how could I possibly..." He spoke with great conviction, as if he were truly determined to defend his image.
Looking at Draco, Hermione paused for two seconds, the image of him as a stern and unsmiling young master in front of others flashing through her mind.
Comparing her own experiences with the scoundrels, drama queens, those who fawned, and those who were mischievous... her lips twitched.
Aloof and reserved? Perhaps that's how you appear to others.
But in front of her? Do those four words have anything to do with him?
"... Anyway... no." Hermione finally shook her head firmly, then turned her gaze back to the pages of the book.
Intuition and past experience told her that she couldn't agree. Agreeing would be falling into the trap he had set, and even if others were present, this guy would find a way to make her helpless.
Seeing that his self-inflicted injury and solemn promises had no effect, Draco deliberately let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping.
They acted as if they were unwanted.
Then, she slowly stood up, picked up the event schedule, and casually flipped through it. "Alright then... you read your book, I'll go check the spa room myself, okay?"
"I'll go check out the services they offer and see the environment. Maybe they have massage options suitable for men?"
"Like deep Muscle Relaxation or something... Reading all the time isn't good for my eyes, I'm going to stretch my muscles."
As he spoke, he made a move to walk out of the suite, slowing his pace as if waiting for Hermione to call him back.
"No!" Hermione blurted out, her voice a little louder than before, tinged with urgency.
"Hmm?" Draco stopped in his tracks, turned around, and a faint, amused smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Why not?" he countered.
"I'm just going to take a look and learn about it. I didn't say I had to do it. Is that not allowed?" He deliberately threw the question back at Hermione, but inwardly he was secretly delighted by her reaction.
Caught off guard by his question, Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly.
She couldn't very well say directly, "I'm afraid you'll go for those young and pretty female technicians in uniforms, could she?"
That would make her seem so petty.
She looks just like a jealous woman who's constantly succumbing to unwarranted jealousy!
Although... she had thought that to herself in a corner of her heart!
This guy, oblivious to his own allure, has questionable self-control in the face of beauty. If he were to go to a dimly lit, soothingly lit, and fragrant private space...
Faced with potentially attractive female service staff...
No! Absolutely not!
Just thinking about it made Hermione feel inexplicably choked up.
"Because..." Her eyes began to wander.