But before she could finish speaking, a thick bathrobe was suddenly wrapped around her head, interrupting her actions.
Mu Xing carried her into the house like a child, muttering, "Why did you come out wearing so little? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold! Don't you have a towel in your room? Let me find one for you..."
Bai Yan: "..."
After placing Bai Yan on the sofa, Mu Xing hurriedly found a towel to dry Bai Yan's hair. As she was drying her hair, she suddenly let go and sprang up as if waking from a dream.
How did she end up bringing Miss Bai in here?! Weren't we supposed to spend the night peacefully?!
Damn it, I actually let my guard down because of his good looks... no, because I felt sorry for him!
However, it was too late for regrets. Bai Yan, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat on the sofa with her wet hair disheveled. She looked at Mu Xing and said in a low voice, "I thought Young Master Mu was a paragon of virtue." Her tone was resentful and tinged with a strangeness.
Mu Xing was speechless, choked by her words.
…What Liu Xiahui? She was just an innocent woman!
Mu Xing was at a loss for words when Bai Yan suddenly stood up and walked towards her step by step.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window, while the lights inside flickered. The beautiful woman before me, her white robe billowing, looked mournful, almost like a demon or ghost begging for my life force…
Startled by his own imagination, Mu Xing took three steps back, retreating to the doorway and stammering, "Miss Bai, you, you..."
Is this an attempt to force herself on her... no, is this an attempt to compel her to do something?
Chapter Thirty
Bai Yan stopped a step ahead of Mu Xing, her fair hand sweeping over her shoulder, causing the bathrobe she was wearing to fall to the ground. She was left only in a thin slip dress, clinging to her curvaceous body.
She said softly, "Young Master Mu, why are you avoiding me like this...?"
After being soaked in hot water, the orange blossom scent on her body transformed from its previous bittersweetness into an ambiguous, warm fragrance, enveloping Mu Xing like a net. As if struck by a heavy hammer, her heart pounded erratically. Mu Xing abruptly held her breath, her gaze darting around, unsure where to look. She had originally been a head taller than Bai Yan, but now she felt forced to shrink back.
Wait a minute, we're all women, it's not a big deal to just glance... Oh my god, so white, no, no, no...
Countless thoughts raced through her mind, and Mu Xing could clearly feel her face burning hot. Although she really didn't want to reveal her identity, the situation was urgent, so she gritted her teeth and decided to just tell the truth!
But in the blink of an eye, her gaze fell on Bai Yan's lips.
Her red lips parted slightly, revealing glimpses of her pearly teeth. Suddenly, the tip of her rosy tongue swept across the corner of her lips, leaving a glistening sheen.
With just one glance, Mu Xing immediately lost the strength to speak.
With her eyes slightly lowered, Bai Yan looked at the helpless Mu Xing and suddenly smiled: "Young Master Mu, this is the first time I've met a man like you."
Mu Xing smiled awkwardly.
"Thinking about it, it feels like a dream." Without pressing forward any further, Bai Yan took a step back and said softly.
Sensing that Bai Yan seemed a bit off, Mu Xing frowned and hesitated, "Miss Bai, you..."
Bai Yan looked up at her: "Young Master Mu, do you think I'm frivolous?"
Mu Xing quickly shook his head: "How could that be?"
That's the truth.
Bai Yan smiled. "I don't want you to think I'm frivolous either." She lowered her eyes. "I just had no choice."
"Don't say that." Seeing her sudden disappointment, Mu Xing relaxed, picked up the towel that had fallen to the ground, and draped it back over Bai Yan's shoulders. "I know you're not..."
Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning struck outside the window, plunging the entire room into darkness without warning.
"ah!"
Before Mu Xing could react, Bai Yan had already thrown herself into her arms. The ambiguous atmosphere instantly returned, gripping Mu Xing with an even stronger and more irresistible force.
She froze completely.
Outside the window, a torrential downpour was pouring down, and screams rose and fell from the rooms next door, turning into shouts and curses. Only the corner in front of me remained quiet, with no sound except for the intertwined breathing and the rapid beating of hearts.
Their bodies, pressed tightly together, were burning hot. The thin fabric of their clothes pressed and rubbed against each other, making every pore sensitive. Just embracing each other was enough to stir the undercurrents in their veins.
In the midst of chaos, Mu Xing had only one thought.
She wasn't wearing a bra!
She could clearly feel Bai Yan's softness pressing against her, and Miss Bai could naturally feel it too.
Because of the towel separating them, Bai Yan didn't seem to notice anything amiss yet. But judging from the way her hands were wrapped around Mu Xing's back, it was only a matter of time before she was discovered.
Mu Xing immediately took Bai Yan's hand, gently stroking it: "Miss Bai, Miss Bai, this is inappropriate..."
"What's wrong with it?" In the boundless darkness, she saw Bai Yan's bright eyes blink, like stars twinkling in the night.
"Don't you like me? Or..." Bai Yan chuckled softly, not uttering the very hurtful guess that would damage a man's pride.
Mu Xing was speechless.
She couldn't say she was a woman, and she certainly couldn't say she didn't like Miss Bai... To be honest, Miss Bai is really soft... Stop!
Since there was nothing more to say, Mu Xing simply stopped talking. She used a little force to pull Bai Yan's hand back, and then tried to push away the person pressed against her. Unexpectedly, as Bai Yan stepped back, she grabbed Mu Xing's clothes, and their bodies, which had just separated, overlapped again. They even staggered backward and bumped into the sofa.
Bai Yan chuckled and said, "So this is what Young Master Mu likes."
Mu Xing was almost in tears: I didn't, I didn't...
It feels like things are getting further and further off track...
Just as things were about to spiral into a terrible abyss, a knock came at the door, rescuing Mu Xing.
As soon as the knocking sounded, Mu Xing hurriedly stood up and rushed to the door: "I'll open it!"
Bai Yan couldn't grab her in time and could only watch helplessly as Mu Xing opened the door in the dark. She could only angrily wrap herself tighter in her disheveled bathrobe.
Outside the door were the restaurant manager and a waiter. The manager looked like he had been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night. With bloodshot eyes, he explained the reason for the power outage to Mu Xing, apologized sincerely, and finally gave Mu Xing a battery-powered light bulb.
"I hope I haven't disturbed you, sir..." The manager glanced lightly into the room. "I apologize for disrupting your and your wife's enjoyment."
Mu Xing forced a smile: "It's nothing." She almost wanted to suggest that they come in and sit for a while before leaving.
The manager knocked on the next room door, closed it, and Mu Xing walked back to the room carrying the dim lamp.
Bai Yan had already wrapped herself in a bath towel and sat back on the sofa, staring straight at her.
Mu Xing didn't dare to breathe loudly. Without looking to the side, she placed the lamp on the coffee table, then looked at the air and said, "Well, it's getting late, I'll go to sleep now. Miss Bai, you should also get some rest." After speaking quickly, she didn't hesitate at all and ran into the bedroom as if she were escaping.
Bai Yan, wrapped in a bathrobe, sat on the sofa in a daze, not knowing whether to be angry or amused.
She looks like a tyrant who forcibly abducts women.
Despite her anger, Bai Yan did not return to her room. After sitting for a while, she got up, took the light bulb, and went into the bedroom.
The only thing that could slightly reassure her was that Mu Xing hadn't locked the door; otherwise, she would have seriously doubted who the woman really was.
In the darkness, Mu Xing, who had been lying flat on the bed, heard her come in and immediately pulled the blanket over his head, curling up into a ball, looking like he would rather die than submit.
Bai Yan almost laughed in anger.
If she hadn't sensed the respect in Mu Xing's every move, she would have thought he was looking down on her. Although she still couldn't understand why Mu Xing was so tolerant, she was at least certain that this young master was truly different from those seasoned veterans.
His refusal was genuine, his respect was genuine, and the flush on his face in the darkness was genuine as well.
Perhaps, he's just not ready yet.
Thinking this, Bai Yan looked at Mu Xing on the bed and deliberately said, "It's raining outside, I don't dare to go back to the room alone."
In the darkness, Mu Xing didn't make a sound, but simply rolled to the side, leaving a large space on the bed for Bai Yan.
Unable to resist a slight smile, Bai Yan turned off the light, placed it on the bedside table, and lay down on the bed.
Mu Xing on the other end stirred and moved the blanket that she had warmed halfway over.
Bai Yan pulled the blanket over herself and felt Mu Xing, who was almost a meter away from her, gradually stretch out. She deliberately tugged at the blanket, and Mu Xing immediately shrank back.
Bai Yan almost burst out laughing, and the lingering annoyance she had felt earlier completely dissipated.
Never mind, there's plenty of time in the future. I'll just go to sleep for now.
The room gradually quieted down, and the rain outside the window also considerately subsided, bringing coolness into the room. Mu Xing was initially nervously on guard against what Bai Yan was going to do next, but as drowsiness gradually crept in, he no longer cared about his guard and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, not long after the sunlight entered the room, Bai Yan woke up.
She was a little confused at first, and when she turned her head and saw the person next to her, she was so shocked that she almost jumped up. After staring blankly for a while, she realized that this was Young Master Mu.
Having been caught in the rain and run around like crazy last night, Bai Yan felt sore and uncomfortable all over. She didn't rush to get up; instead, she lay on her side and looked at Mu Xing, who was still sleeping.
Mu Xing's eyes weren't big, but her eyelashes were very long, densely arranged like small fans, which made Bai Yan feel a little jealous.
With such beautiful eyelashes, there's no need to apply that tar-like mascara. It's both pretty and convenient.
After thinking about it, she realized something was wrong. Young Master Mu didn't need to wear makeup like a woman.
However, not only her eyelashes, but Mu Xing's eyebrows are also very thick and well-shaped... Wait, were they groomed?
Bai Yan quietly reached out her hand, her rounded nails gently tracing the faint blue mark left after trimming.
This was the first time she had ever met a man who knew how to groom eyebrows.
But it wasn't just his eyebrows; this wasn't the first time Young Master Mu had surprised her—she couldn't believe there were men like him in the world.
He is generous and tasteful, polite but not hypocritical, and most importantly, he is not lustful.
He's not like a man at all.
Her fingertips moved downwards, landing on Mu Xing's lips.
She was interrupted by the manager last night, and she hasn't had a chance to experience what it's like here.
As she traced the shape of her lips, Bai Yan's thoughts wandered endlessly.
One time, when business was slow at the brothel, a group of women, bored, started talking about men. They discussed everything from family background and job title to size, and finally, they suddenly got to the topic of men's mouths.
Thick lips are said to indicate honesty and thoughtfulness; thin lips are said to indicate cold-heartedness, stinginess, and a lack of honesty.
At the time, she felt quite agreeing, but now it seems like utter nonsense.
Young Master Mu has thin lips, but isn't he more considerate than those men with thick lips? Or rather, who can be better than him, regardless of what kind of lips he has?
Last night, Mu Xing wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, but it loosened by midnight, leaving most of her shoulders and back exposed. The collar of her shirt was also open, revealing a section of her delicate skin.
Having memorized the shape of her lips, Bai Yan moved her hand down to Mu Xing's collarbone.
Below the collarbone is a place one shouldn't be.