Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

After some hesitation, Su Ruonan finally made up her mind to give up taking a bath and choose to shower instead.

Although she really wanted to take a comfortable hot bath, she couldn't bear the extreme shame when she thought of the bathtub that had been used by Song Shiye.

After all, that's sharing a bathtub with the opposite sex!

When Su Ruonan finished her shower and was about to come out, she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom.

Su Ruonan lingered in the bathroom for a long time, hesitating whether to ask Song Shiye to come over and help get the clothes. However, after careful consideration, she decided to give up.

If Song Shiye were to help get the clothes, wouldn't he have to get the underwear and panties as well? This was really embarrassing.

Su Ruonan searched around in the bathroom and was pleasantly surprised to find a clean nightgown in the closet. She quickly put it on and checked it in the mirror, but it was a little too big for her.

Su Ruonan tried her best to wrap herself in the nightgown, tying the belt around her waist tightly so that the nightgown barely fit her. Then she carefully pushed open the bathroom door, leaving only a crack, and looked out.

Not seeing Song Shiye, Su Ruonan secretly rejoiced in her heart: "Fortunately he is not here." So, Su Ruonan tiptoed out of the bathroom quietly, trying not to make any noise, for fear of attracting Song Shiye's attention.

Just as Su Ruonan was about to walk to the cloakroom, her eyes met with Song Shiye who suddenly appeared. For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

"I... I forgot to bring my change of clothes into the bathroom." Su Ruonan was the first to explain, her eyes dodging, avoiding Song Shiye's gaze, and her voice after taking a shower was particularly soft.

The black hair after washing was blown half dry, with water droplets on the ends of the hair. Her wet eyes looked a little helpless. Even though Su Ruonan was 1.65 meters tall, which was not short among girls, the pure white men's pajamas still looked a little big on Su Ruonan, like a child who had stolen adult clothes.

Thinking that his pajamas were currently being worn by Su Ruonan, Song Shiye's eyes darkened and his Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably.

My sight gradually moved downwards, revealing a section of calf and slender ankle under the nightgown. Without shoes, it looked so small that it could be held in one palm. The ten toes were curled up together helplessly, looking crystal clear and cute, with a faint pink color after being washed by hot water.

Realizing that Su Ruonan was barefoot, Song Shiye frowned and said in a hoarse voice: "Be good, put on your shoes. The floor is cold and it's not good for your health."

Where was it cold? The floor in the house was either water-heated or electric-heated, but it was always warm. It was obviously warm. Su Ruonan wanted to argue that it was not cold, but he was doing it for his own good, so he swallowed the words of rebuttal when they reached his lips.

He lowered his eyebrows and replied softly, "Oh, I see."

Seeing Song Shiye leave, Su Ruonan walked towards the cloakroom, searched in the wardrobe, picked out a set of clothes at random and prepared to go to the bathroom to change into them.

"Mrs. Song, put on your shoes." Song Shiye returned at some point, holding Su Ruonan's Kuromi-patterned slippers in his hand.

It turned out that he went to get slippers for himself.

The tall man slowly squatted down and placed his shoes at Su Ruonan's feet. His big, bony palm gently grasped one of Su Ruonan's ankles. The man's slightly rough fingers touched the soft and delicate skin, causing Su Ruonan to shudder and a layer of fine bumps appeared on her arms.

Su Ruonan didn't know if it was her illusion, but Song Shiye seemed to press her ankle. The strange touch almost made Su Ruonan couldn't help but murmur, and her pink lips, which were covered with water, were tightly pursed.

But seeing the man putting on her shoes seriously, Su Ruonan was sure that she was overthinking it.

Holding a small and fair foot in his hands was a test for Song Shiye.

Under the long eyelashes, the dark eyes darkened, as if there was a fire.

"Okay..." Just when Su Ruonan felt like she was about to speak, Song Shiye finally spoke. Hearing his voice, Su Ruonan felt relieved, and the tension in her heart instantly dissipated.

Su Ruonan took a deep breath, then picked up her clothes and hurried towards the bathroom.

Watching Su Ruonan's departing figure, Song Shiye lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the palm of his hand. He clenched his fist lightly, as if recalling the moment of contact with Su Ruonan just now.

After a while, Song Shiye slowly loosened his fist, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, his eyes full of persistent and somewhat morbid possessiveness.

Song Shiye felt like a pervert at this moment.

When Su Ruonan came out of the bathroom after changing her clothes, her hair was still wet. Seeing this, Song Shiye casually said, "Come here, I'll help you dry your hair." His tone was calm, but there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Su Ruonan looked at him in surprise, shaking her head like a rattle, and said incoherently: "No... no need, I'll blow it myself."

In Su Ruonan's opinion, this was something that only lovers could do. Although the two were already married, they had no emotional foundation other than the marriage certificate that bound them together.

Blowing the other person's hair was too intimate for Su Ruonan.

"What? Mrs. Song doesn't trust my cooking skills?" Song Shiye curled the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Su Ruonan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly explained, "No, my hair is long, and it takes a long time to dry it. I'm afraid your hands will get sore."

This excuse sounds reasonable, but in fact only Su Ruonan herself knows that she is just not used to such close contact with Song Shiye.

However, Song Shiye didn't seem to care about her worries. He smiled and said, "Mrs. Song, it's my honor to blow your hair. It makes me happy to do these little things for you."

Su Ruonan couldn't find any reason to refute Song Shiye's words, so she had to sit stiffly and nervously in front of the dressing table, feeling the warm air from the hair dryer, but her heart was in a panic.

Song Shiye stood behind Su Ruonan, and the two were very close to each other. He carefully fiddled with her hair, his movements gentle and focused.

His gaze fell on Su Ruonan's face through the mirror, and there was a barely perceptible smile in his eyes.

As the heat evaporated, the scent of the orange blossom-scented shampoo on Su Ruonan's head immediately spread and filled the room.