C5

After a good laugh, Soong Qian picked up the foul-smelling clothes and took them to the bathroom, tossing them into the basin under the faucet. Clothes covered in vomit like this couldn't just be thrown into the washing machine; they needed to be hand-washed first.

She poured some detergent on the clothes, then grabbed another basin, filled it with water, and brought it out to where Sunn Yuanhann was. Not only were his clothes a mess, but there were also traces of vomit on him, and even without that, the smell of alcohol was something Soong Qian couldn't tolerate.

Ten minutes passed quickly. Soong Qian managed to position the heavy man face-up, her cheeks flushed not just from exertion but also from embarrassment. Sunn Yuanhann's short black hair was still dripping with water as he lay stark naked on the pink floral sheets, wearing only a pair of briefs that barely covered his essentials.

Soong Qian vividly remembered that when she pulled down his dress pants, the waistband slid down with them. However, thanks to his well-defined hips, the waistband didn't fall all the way, instead hanging loosely around his waist.

Yet, the more he tried to hide it, the more Sunn Yuanhann exuded an irresistible allure, masking his usual aloof demeanor.

Kneeling nearby, Soong Qian's face flushed a deep red, her shy eyes avoiding Sunn Yuanhann entirely. Her small hands clumsily wiped him down with a towel, her cheeks a rosy hue.

Soong Qian could feel the heat of Sunn Yuanhann's skin through the towel, making her whole body feel warm and her heart inexplicably race.

His muscles, exposed to the air, were evenly distributed, exuding a strong masculine presence. The defined lines of his physique, especially the deep V-line leading to his abdomen, were captivating.

Water droplets rolled down his flat stomach, playfully landing on Soong Qian's hand, making her quickly pull back as if touched by molten lava.

Gazing at the handsome man before her, who seemed to allow her every whim, Soong Qian felt her breath grow hot, her skin flushed, and her heartbeat suddenly out of control.

In her clear eyes, the reflection of the man on the bed was handsome yet unusually cold and wicked. His features, softened by sleep, still carried an overwhelming sense of dominance.

Looking at the man lying on the bed, exuding a distinct masculine presence, Soong Qian shyly averted her gaze and quickly turned around, carrying a basin and towel as she headed outside. Her eyes were slightly closed, and she murmured to herself, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

...

The next morning, Sunn Yuanhann's sense of smell woke up before the rest of him. A rich aroma filled the room, prompting him to swallow twice, his stomach still recovering from the previous night's purge.

With his nose leading the way, Yuanhann sat up in bed, the intense fragrance invading his senses and clearing his foggy mind. As he opened his eyes, everything around him was unfamiliar: a white vanity, a full-length mirror, curtains with a mix of white and pink, and the pink floral sheets beneath him. It all felt so strange and... unsettling.