"But… I'm dirty… so dirty; what should I do?" She stared at him helplessly. "I don't feel cleaned enough! I'm so dirty…"
"Where are you dirty?!"
"Here… here… and here…" She pointed to the red marks on her shoulder and the hickeys on her neck forcefully left by Li Dongliang.
"Here… and here; these are so dirty."
After saying that, she struggled from his clamping hand to scrub herself again.
He stopped her hard from torturing herself.
"Don't scrub anymore; you aren't dirty!"
With that, he bent forward and his thin lips landed lightly on her shoulder with a peck. It was as if he were leaving a mark on her!
"It's not dirty, yeah?"
She looked stunned.
He kissed her neck this time; he carefully kissed the spots that she had pointed out earlier bit by bit as if trying to use his breath to cover the 'dirt' that she minded so much!
"Here is no longer dirty!"
As he spoke, he kissed the ruddy spot between her collarbone.
"Be good, eh?"
She was thoroughly floored. Taking in a sudden deep breath, she slowly hugged his shoulders.
Her mood gradually calmed down after his gentle coaxing.
He snatched the bath sponge from her hand and threw it to one side. Taking the towel over, he carefully wiped her body clean.
She was embarrassed and wanted to take the towel from him. "Let me clean…"
He caught her hand without warning.
Lowering his head, he kissed the flesh of her palm lightly.
"Be good and don't move!"
His bodily heat seemed to spread from her fingertips right to her heart, as if he had injected a ray of warmth into her otherwise icy heart!
Her face relaxed at once. She no longer struggled and let him freely wipe her clean.
He was especially gentle with his action for fear of hurting her.
Her shoulders retracted when it came in contact with him; her body seemed to have been made sensitive by his touch.
She hugged her knees with her head bowed so he was unable to catch the expression on her face.
He could not help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
"Mu Yazhe…" She started to speak but stopped her words mid-way as her brows furrowed gradually.
He smiled, kissed the side of her ear, and gently comforted, "Be good and don't think too much."
"What if you came later? What should I do?"
Pain flashed across her eyes.
She propped herself on his hand slowly. "What if… I told you that I'd been violated by another man…"
With a grimace, he quickly interrupted her thoughts. "I'll never allow this to happen!"
After a pause, he looked deeply into her eyes and proclaimed through his thin pursed lips, "I'll protect you well."
She did not expect to hear that, but in some ways, she could be rather stubborn; thus, her questioning persisted. "What if it happens one day?"
It was as if she were desperately seeking for an affirmation.
Her eyes dared not leave his face as she waited for an answer from his mouth.
His thin lips parted slightly as he finally spoke in a low voice. "If it happens one day…"
Suddenly anxious, she stared hard at him. The woman was unwilling to miss any expression he might show on his face.
In fact, she was so anxious that it almost suffocated her.
He watched her anxiety mount and hooked his lips into a smile out of the blue. Pinching her nose bridge, he said, "Remember: I'm your man, so I'll do my duty as your man."