Bo Yan had deliberately left the bathroom door ajar.
Wen Ning had deliberately stayed at the Wen Family home tonight, and he wanted to know exactly what she intended to do to him.
Bo Yan's first thought was that she had finally lost patience, no longer intended to keep putting on this lovey-dovey act in front of him, and was ready to make her move.
But he soon dismissed that idea.
The Wen Family home was not a good place to murder someone and bury the body.
Although Wen Ning was a vicious idiot, she was extremely close to the Wen Family. Even if she really wanted to kill him, she would not choose to do it here.
Besides, this Wen Ning might not necessarily be the same Wen Ning as before...
But if she wasn't planning to make a move against him, what would she do?
Bo Yan was not a curious person. Ever since he was little, he had understood that excessive curiosity was no good. The more you knew, the more you had to bear and suffer.
He wasn't curious about why his father had brought him back to the Bo Family, just as he had never been curious about why his birth mother had poisoned his food.
After his birth mother died of illness, this seemed to grow even worse.
He had no desire to compete, nor could he be bothered to fight for anything.
Bo Yan stopped moving forward and simply stayed where he was, living indifferently.
Of course, dying was fine too...
It was just that he had become a little strange lately.
He had begun to want to know why Wen Ning had suddenly changed her nature. He wanted to know her objective, the reason behind everything she did.
He even wanted to know exactly what secret about him Jiang Tingwan was hiding.
It felt as though he had suddenly formed a connection with this world.
He was beginning to sense all the noise and bustle around him...
And this newfound "curiosity" made Bo Yan uneasy, yet also faintly exhilarated.
The unease came from worrying that his unchanging life would be disrupted.
The exhilaration came from...
From what?
Before he could work it out, someone pushed the bathroom door open and tumbled into his arms.
Bo Yan's expression stiffened, his body instinctively drawing taut with wariness like a bow ready to fire.
All Wen Ning felt was the slightly soft, slightly springy texture beneath her hands turning into a washboard-hard slab in the blink of an eye.
She swallowed.
One, two, three, four...
Holy shit, eight!
Wen Ning's eyes widened!
She knew this bastard had a great body, but she hadn't expected it to be this great!
Wen Ning thought her eyes must have deceived her. This guy looked so thin and frail-how could he possibly have an eight-pack? She had to feel it to find out whether it was real!
She swore she had absolutely no intention of copping a feel. She was simply overflowing with a sense of justice and wanted to expose a fake.
But her hand had barely moved down a fraction when an icy male voice sounded above her head.
"Done holding me? Why don't you just stab me? A corpse would be stiffer than this. It'd feel even better to hold."
Wen Ning: "..."
The corner of Wen Ning's eye twitched violently. "Bo Yan, do you usually lick your own lips?"
Bo Yan fell silent for a moment, then asked her in all sincerity, "Are you sick in the head?"
Wen Ning didn't hold it against him. "I'm just reminding you not to lick your own lips for no reason. Be careful you don't poison yourself to death!"
Bo Yan: "..."
Bo Yan gave a faint, ambiguous smile. "Oh, then why haven't you been poisoned to death? What a pity."
Wen Ning: "..."
Wen Ning inwardly cursed the bastard.
Bo Yan frowned. "Still not getting up? Do you need me to cut that piece off and make it into a specimen for you to cuddle in bed?"
Caught out, Wen Ning cleared her throat and sheepishly withdrew her hand. As she got up, she couldn't resist sneaking another look at the bastard's body.
There really were eight.
Oh, and a V-line.
Damn, those pecs are pretty well trained too.
What a shame. I almost got my hands on them. Tsk.
"Here, waterproof dressings. Put these on when you shower, and your wounds won't get wet." Wen Ning handed over the things in her hand with a show of seriousness.
Bo Yan didn't take them. Holding his shirt, he stood there regarding her through lowered eyelids, his gaze cool.
Wen Ning's face grew a little hot under his stare, and she said guiltily, "What's with that look? You don't think I deliberately peeked at you showering, do you? Am I some kind of pervert?"
Bo Yan sneered. "Aren't you?"
Wen Ning choked. Fine, that was indeed her current persona.
She immediately adopted an expression that said, "Since you've seen through me, I won't pretend anymore," and grinned. "Fine, you caught me. In that case, since I'm already here, let me put the waterproof dressings on for you."
With that, she reached out to grab Bo Yan.
Bo Yan reacted faster. As she reached toward him, he caught her by the back of her collar, took the waterproof dressings from her hand, and then-
Opened the door, tossed her out, shut the door, and locked it.
He did it all in one smooth motion.
Wen Ning stood stunned for a few seconds. Remembering the pink tint to Bo Yan's ears as he tossed her out, she nearly burst out laughing.
She pounded wildly on the bathroom door. "Hubby, open up! I just want to help you put on the waterproof dressings. It's not like I'll eat you. What are you afraid of?"
The person inside left her on read.
Wen Ning stifled a laugh. "Hubby? Are you shy again, hubby? You can't do this without me. You can't cover the wounds on your back yourself. Hurry up and open the door so I can feel your abs... No, I mean, hurry up and open the door so I can help you put them on!"
Water splashed inside, but he still left her on read, maintaining his silence.
Wen Ning was getting hooked on the game, her inner drama queen taking over. "Hubby? Hubby? I know you're in the bathroom! Don't hide in there without making a sound. If you've got the guts to call me a pervert, have the guts to open the door~ Open up, open up, open-holy shit!"
Before Wen Ning could finish shouting, the bathroom door flew open!
Then her vision blurred, and the person inside yanked her into the bathroom and pinned her behind the door.
In an instant, everything fell silent except for the shower splashing behind her.
Bo Yan must have already rinsed off. The moisture on his chest quickly soaked through the back of Wen Ning's clothes.
Drip.
A drop of water landed on Wen Ning's collarbone, then rolled along it and down into her neckline...
Wen Ning's body gave a slight shudder, and her heart trembled along with it.
The heat in her face rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wen Ning, who had just been brazenly teasing him outside, now pressed against the door like a mute, her eyes squeezed shut, looking as though she had been dead for some time.
Standing flush against her from behind, the man held both her wrists tightly in one hand, twisting her hands behind her back and preventing her from moving.
Bo Yan lowered his lashes, watching the droplet that had fallen from his hair roll all the way down and finally wet Wen Ning's neckline. An indescribable exhilaration stirred in him.
He glanced at Wen Ning's faintly trembling lashes, his lips curling into an enigmatic smile, and murmured wickedly beside her ear, "The door's open. Now what?"
Wen Ning wanted to say there was no "now what." Bro, I really was wrong!
Every time she had teased Bo Yan, his ears had turned red. His unexpected innocence when it came to romance had made Wen Ning overlook the fact that, in the novel, Bo Yan was a lunatic who would imprison the female lead and subject her to forced love!
Wen Ning was all talk, but in this situation, admitting defeat would shatter her persona!
Seeing that Bo Yan had no intention of letting her off, Wen Ning took a deep breath and curved her eyes into a smile. "Then shall we shower together?"
Bo Yan's hand trembled.
He lowered his head to look incredulously at the person in his arms, unable to quite work out whether she truly had this much nerve or was bluffing.
He narrowed his eyes. "...Fine. Let's shower together."
The corners of Wen Ning's mouth twitched slightly.
Has this bastard taken the wrong medicine? Isn't he disgusted by me? How did this turn into showering together?
No, I can't admit defeat at this critical moment!
She smiled. "Then loosen your grip, hubby, so I can take off my clothes. Or you can help me undress."
The person behind her said nothing, but Wen Ning distinctly felt Bo Yan's breathing stop for a beat.
Wen Ning knew she most likely had the upper hand. Her lips lifted as she continued, "Oh, right, hubby, do you know how to unfasten a bra? Mine fastens in the front, so it might be a little tricky. Why don't you let me turn around? It'll be easier to undo it face-to-face... Hubby? Are you-"
Whoosh-
The bathroom door opened.
Bang-
The bathroom door closed.
History repeated itself: Bo Yan picked Wen Ning up and tossed her out of the bathroom again.
After standing there like she was being punished for half a minute, Wen Ning let out a long breath. She patted her chest with one hand and fanned her face with the other to cool it down. A while later, she turned back and punched the air toward the bathroom!
Bastard, trying to out-pervert me? I'll pervert you to death!