But when she turned on the tap, water gushed out of the showerhead's seams like a fountain for a moment.

She was startled and didn't have time to react. Song Lin immediately raised his hand to shield her.

But he was still a step too slow, in just a few seconds the water gushed out and soaked them thoroughly.

Shen Yian squinted and turned off the tap. Turning his head, he saw Song Lin with water dripping from his hair. The droplets slid down his handsome face, curving around his sexy collarbone before disappearing into his neckline.

His damp clothes clung to him, highlighting his physique almost entirely. Even that spot...was completely visible.

Her face flushed, she immediately looked away and happened to see Song Lin staring at the still-dripping sprinkler with a dark expression.

That look was as if he were looking at his enemy. Although his expression was serious, for some reason Shen Yian felt very amused.

Poof.

In the end, she couldn't hold back her laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Mr. Song, so you can't fix it after all? I apologize, I was being unreasonable." Shen Yian chuckled while enduring the slight discomfort.

Song Lin's face grew even darker, but his gaze couldn't tear itself away from Shen Yian's face.

Her damp, dark hair was messy and stuck to her fair cheeks. Her rosy lips were slightly curved in a gentle smile, even though she looked disheveled, there was a touch of pity in her appearance.

Watermarks meander down, soaking her white blouse little by little, revealing her white undergarment and the fullness beneath her loose clothing.

He averted his gaze, speaking in a low voice: "Don't laugh."

"Oh."

Shen Yian coughed lightly, realizing he might have overreacted a bit. Mo Auntie clearly doted on her son, so it was perfectly normal for Song Lin to be the same way.

At least he didn't refuse to do it, and he installed it so carefully.

Gu Cheng, who was also raised with love by his mother, was different.

She had seen Gu Cheng help his mother change a lightbulb before, and she thought Gu Cheng was filial and a good man.

But one time, her lightbulb burned out and she couldn't reach it so she asked Gu Cheng for help.

Unexpectedly, Gu Cheng said he wouldn't, and even laughed at her, saying that a woman of the new era shouldn't be unable to do this sort of thing. He really embarrassed women.

Actually, this was a minor matter; she didn't really pay it any special attention.

It was only when there was a sudden contrast that she realized that love had caused her to always see things through rose-tinted glasses.

Now that the filter was broken, she realized how foolish she had been and how selfish Gu Cheng was.

Suddenly, a towel landed on her head, pulling her thoughts back.

Opposite Song Lin was wiping his hair, faintly said: "It's too late today, fix it tomorrow, you go to my room to wash, I go to the study to deal with some things."

Shen Yian squeezed the towel: "Mhm."

Actually, she could tell that Song Lin didn't have anything to deal with, he just didn't want to make her feel awkward.

She lowered her head and walked toward the door, lost in thought so deeply that she accidentally stepped on a puddle of water.

"Ah!"

Shen Yian slipped entirely, crashing into Song Lin. The two of them fell to the ground simultaneously.

Her lips collided with the button on Song Lin's chest, the impact making her eyes flash gold from the pain.

As Song Lin fell, he instinctively embraced the person in his arms. The soft impact deepened the look in his eyes, leaving him breathless and inexplicably agitated despite his stillness.

Shen Yian also felt Song Lin's strangeness, his face flushed instantly, he covered his aching mouth and quickly got up.

“I'm going to take a shower, see you later, no, good night, no... that's it.”

Her words were incoherent, as if she were emphasizing that she knew something.

She shyly dashed out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom.

Song Lin lay on the ground, clenching his fists. He took a moment to regain his composure before sitting up. But the warmth lingering in his palms refused to dissipate.

Just now, Shen Yian blushed?

Didn't she have a boyfriend before?

Why do you look like you don't understand anything?

As soon as Song Lin thought of Shen Yi'an's ex-boyfriend, he couldn't help but think that they had also been together like this before, and even done more outrageous things.

He clenched his fists in displeasure again and went into the study with a sullen face.

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