Chapter 230: No Distractions Allowed

In the not-so-spacious bathroom, steam filled the air, and tiny water droplets clung to Chu Xinran’s eyelashes, trembling gently, much like her own shivering form nestled in Fang Zhou’s arms. She seemed like a butterfly that had failed to take flight, stirring ripples in his heart.

When Chu Xinran asked, “Can we just stay like this?” it felt like it carried immense weight, pinning Fang Zhou down.

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air, intoxicating enough to leave one dizzy.

Their breaths intertwined, and Chu Xinran’s hair fell onto Fang Zhou’s shoulder, tickling it slightly.

Her fair face was flushed, more captivating than any painting of a lady.

Her crimson lips slowly descended, accurately covering Fang Zhou’s lips, soft and elastic.

It felt like eating cotton candy as a child, melting in the mouth with a hint of sweetness.

The fragrant scent enveloped Fang Zhou, weaving into a vast net, overwhelming him and leaving no escape.

As their lips and teeth met, Fang Zhou found himself contemplating: Did she fall on purpose?

Seemingly dissatisfied with Fang Zhou’s distraction, Chu Xinran bit down gently on his lip, successfully eliciting a gasp from him.

His eyes refocused on her gaze.

“No distractions.”

Chu Xinran slightly released him, whispering, her breath sweetly brushing against his face.

At this moment, the possessiveness and desire in her eyes reached their peak. The big bad wolf disguised as a pure and innocent bunny unveiled the hunter’s true face.

She wanted to take Fang Zhou whole, leaving nothing behind.

Only then could she feel secure; only then could she believe Fang Zhou truly cared for her.

This intense pressure made Fang Zhou instinctively furrow his brow.

In such a tense situation, few men could hold back.

Some might even willingly offer themselves as prey.

Fang Zhou’s back was soaked from the water on the bathroom floor, the cold sensation clearing his mind a bit.

He took hold of her mischievous hand on his chest and gently reminded her, “Don’t mess around. Your hand shouldn’t be in water too long.”

Chu Xinran’s bandages hadn’t even been removed yet. She probably needed to change the dressing in the next few days.

If Fang Zhou messed around with her now in the bathroom, he’d be nothing short of a beast.

Chu Xinran’s wide eyes showed a flash of shock. Are you serious? With the atmosphere at its peak, you’re talking about the injury on my hand?

My goodness! Bro!

For a moment, Chu Xinran genuinely doubted Fang Zhou’s abilities. How could any normal man resist at this point?

She swallowed hard and said, “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt much now. Let’s focus on the main event.”

We’re already at this point, and you’re backing out?

She was genuinely unwilling to accept this.

However, Fang Zhou was firm about her injury.

“No, if it scars, you’ll be upset.”

Such a pretty girl like Chu Xinran shouldn’t have scars on her hands.

The previous marks from her cuts had almost faded. This wound was deep; it needed proper care.

Also, Fang Zhou remembered that Chu Xinran was a yandere!

While kisses and hugs were one thing, seen as temporary boyfriend duties, further intimacy shouldn’t occur under such unhealthy circumstances.

Even if they were to reconcile and get back together, it should only happen once her mental state was fully healthy.

“Get up.” Fang Zhou helped her up and asked with a raised eyebrow, “You can shower on your own, right?”

Chu Xinran’s good mood was completely ruined by him. She angrily grabbed the showerhead from his hand.

Just as she was about to rinse herself off, she suddenly turned the showerhead on Fang Zhou in a fit of revenge.

In an instant, he was drenched from head to toe, looking like a wet chicken.

Only then did Chu Xinran feel a bit better.

Stupid man, no sense of romance. Fang Zhou, you had the chance, but you blew it by thinking of something else.

“Hmph, get out. I’ll do it myself.”

With that, she turned away, her back to Fang Zhou, and started washing the soap off her body.

She was too angry to see Fang Zhou for the moment.

Fang Zhou, soaked, felt a chill that cleared his heated mind.

Feeling a bit dejected, he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Out of sight of the scene inside, he silently sighed in relief, thinking: That was close, almost crossed the line.

Given Chu Xinran’s current state, if he took advantage of her, it would only make her more dependent on him.

This would make her recovery even more distant.

Fang Zhou knew this well.

To heal someone overly dependent on you, the best approach isn’t to encourage that dependency but to slowly help them find other interests, reducing their reliance on you.

Just like helping teenagers overcome internet addiction.

As Fang Zhou was about to walk away, he heard Chu Xinran’s angry shout from inside, “Stupid man!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, finding her cute even when angry, like an upset little bunny.

Drenched, he needed a change of clothes.

Heading to his bedroom, he ignored whatever else Chu Xinran was saying inside.

As she washed herself, Chu Xinran replayed the scene, wondering where it went wrong. How did it mess up at the last moment?

She couldn’t figure it out. Was she not enough for him?

Chu Xinran looked down at her chest in confusion.

Maybe she needed some dietary supplements? More papaya milk, perhaps?

No, she’d have the kitchen prepare some additional dishes when she got back.

This was infuriating!

As she put on Fang Zhou’s pajamas, she regretted not locking the door and trapping him earlier.