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She saw the silhouette of a man in the mirror, his steady footsteps echoing in her ears. Lu Zheng walked over, his fingers slightly lifting a towel from the side. He unfolded it, grasped it with both hands, and slowly placed it on her damp hair, wiping it gently.
However, his gaze remained fixed on her, observing the beautiful face of the woman in the mirror. He seemed a bit tense, nervously biting his lip. Wen Qian noticed his stare and subtly raised her eyes to meet his reflection.
The heat was palpable.
She quickly lowered her head, feeling a bit flustered as her hands tightly gripped the comb. Her tilted head fell slightly, trying to hide the blush that had already crept onto her cheeks and the shimmering in her eyes.
A light laugh broke the silence.
Wen Qian's face grew even redder as she anticipated what might happen next. The man's warm palm slipped through her hair and pressed gently against her scalp, massaging it lightly. Up and down he moved, seemingly focused on drying her hair.
In the quiet night, in the still bedroom, the soft yellow light illuminated them both. The only sounds were the rustling of hair being moved and the gentle friction of the towel.
Their breaths unconsciously grew heavier, resonating in their ears with startling clarity.
Lu Zheng brushed aside her short hair, revealing her elegant neck—delicate and fair. Under the dim light, it added an air of mystery and intimacy to the atmosphere.
His gaze slowly drifted downwards, landing on areas concealed by clothing. His eyes darkened slightly as his movements quickened involuntarily, his lips tightening.
He thought he was hiding it well, but little did he know that every subtle action was evident to Wen Qian. She felt his hand moving faster through her hair and sensed his breathing becoming more labored behind her.
When she lifted her eyes slightly, she caught sight of the man in the mirror, unguarded, noticing the expression on his face and the intense desire in his eyes.
Lu Zheng looked at his suddenly clasped hand, furrowing his brow as he closed his eyes in restraint, trying to mask the emotions swirling within him. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "What’s wrong?"
It was fine; everything was fine.
Wen Qian took the towel from his hand and slowly wiped it over her head a couple of times while still holding onto it tightly. Lu Zheng gently released his grip and stepped back two paces, standing behind her as they both gazed into the mirror.
The mirror appeared hazy, as if shrouding them with a layer of soft focus.
Wen Qian hurriedly set down the towel and got up to walk towards the bed. She sat down and gradually shifted herself to nestle into the innermost part of it.
Lie down, cover yourself with the blanket, and close your eyes!
Lu Zheng stood quietly on the ground, watching her series of swift yet reasonable actions. He observed her closed eyes, which were secretly blinking incessantly, her eyelashes fluttering like tiny fans.
A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as he gazed at her sleeping face, momentarily lost in thought. He took a step forward, his footsteps soft and clear in the stillness of the room.
He sat down and quickly lay back down beside her. He didn’t rush to turn off the light but instead turned to look at the woman pretending to sleep next to him.
Both of them fell still, yet the brightness of the light illuminated the room. Wen Qian lay on the bed, her heart racing wildly. After waiting for a while and seeing that the light remained on, she thought that perhaps the man had already fallen asleep. She then opened her eyes.
Turning her head, she found herself staring into a pair of smiling eyes!
Her pupils constricted, and her breath caught in her throat! It felt as if she had been caught pretending to sleep; a wave of embarrassment washed over her, coloring her face and neck with a faint blush.
Lu Zheng chuckled softly. “Not pretending to sleep anymore?” After asking, he seemed to have no expectation of a reply and moved closer to her.
He grabbed her arm and suddenly pulled her beneath him, looking at her with a smile in his eyes. His fingers gently lifted to brush aside the hair from her cheek, revealing her brow and a pair of nervous yet bright eyes.
He slowly moved his fingers from the side of her face to her ear, gradually reaching her earlobe. His two fingers began to rub against each other as he watched the soft skin beneath them gradually turn redder and redder.
Wen Qian held her breath nervously. She felt the man’s movements and shyly shrank back, her fingers curling slightly. Finally, unable to withstand it any longer, she grasped his shirt with trembling fingers, her voice suddenly softening as if she were playfully coaxing him.
“Lu Zheng!”
Once those words escaped her lips, Wen Qian felt an uncontrollable rush of shyness wash over her. How did her voice turn out like that? How did she become like this?
Lu Zheng promptly halted his actions and slowly shifted his gaze to her face, their eyes meeting. Noticing the hint of reproach and complaint in her eyes, he smiled wider, his voice laced with amusement.
Wen Qian attempted to turn away from his embrace, but little did she know he had blocked all possible exits.
In Wen Qian's mind echoed the doctor’s words from earlier that day: “You should get some rest; your hand needs proper care and shouldn’t be subjected to strenuous activity.” The unspoken implication fell on Lu Zheng’s ears clearly.
"You can't be serious!"
Wen Qianru felt wronged, knowing that she was only worried about tiring him out and feeling pain for him.
"It's fine," I replied, my tone light as I slowly ground my words.
Lu Zheng's hand gently cupped Wen Qian's delicate chin, applying a slight pressure as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.
A gentle kiss!
Nothing more, nothing less!
Now it was Wen Qian who was confused about what he truly wanted.
Lu Zheng straightened up, a helpless smile crossing his face, his hoarse voice tinged with grievance. "Xiao Qian!"
He buried his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling against her softly, his arms wrapped tightly around her as if trying to merge her into his very being.
Wen Qian hesitated before wrapping her arms around him and gently patting his back.
The situation was turning out to be completely different from what she had anticipated!
Lu Zheng whispered in her ear, "I had the surgery done; please pity me just this once!"
Surgery? What surgery?
Wen Qian couldn't focus on anything else but the urgency of the moment, grabbing at his shirt to pull him up.
She looked at him seriously and sternly asked, "You need to tell me clearly—what surgery are you talking about?"
Lu Zheng chuckled helplessly, opening his arms to support himself and allowing her small hands to loosen their grip on him.
He lay on his side, holding her close as he slowly explained. "I had a vasectomy."
Wen Qian looked at him curiously, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What does that mean?"
She had intended to ask him when she got home earlier that day but had forgotten amidst the busyness. Now, after everything that had happened before bed, it slipped her mind entirely.
"It means we can't have any more children in the future. From now on, we will only have Chenchen; there won't be any others."
Internally, Wen Qian felt a storm brewing, yet her expression remained eerily calm, marked by a clear sense of shock.
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