Chapter Sixty-Three

After more than ten minutes had passed, the bathroom door opened and Yi Xiaoyu poked his head out, giving Boss You a calm look. “Bring my bathrobe from the bed in here.” With that, Yi Xiaoyu ducked back inside.

Boss You quickly fetched the bathrobe. He intended to knock, wait for the door to open, and hand it over through the crack, but the thought of missing a chance to steal a glimpse of his wife’s naked body was too much. After hesitating, he tiptoed and gently pushed the bathroom door open.

He had forgotten how many days it had been since he’d smelled the scent of flesh. Seeing his own wife’s smooth, fair, and slender figure—even if it was just a misty silhouette from behind—brought tears to Boss You’s eyes.

His wife was truly a feast for the eyes.

When Yi Xiaoyu turned around, he suddenly saw a lecherous face peeking through the door crack and instinctively took a step back in fright. Just as he was about to curse, he saw two streams of blood trickling from Boss You’s nose.

The unobstructed view from the front was too much of a shock for the chubby man.

“Could you pull yourself together?” Yi Xiaoyu pressed his forehead. “Wipe off that nosebleed, you look ridiculous.”

Boss You froze, hurriedly wiped his nose, but ended up smearing blood all over half his face.

“Come in and clean up.”

Yi Xiaoyu had meant for him to come in and wash off the nosebleed, but Boss You interpreted it as an invitation to bathe together.

His eyes lit up—not just lit up, they practically shone—and he gleefully responded, quickly stripping off his clothes before Yi Xiaoyu could even open his mouth to explain.

Boss You’s muscular build was impressive: a beautiful, sun-kissed chest, straight, powerful legs, and even his male attributes were—tsk tsk—just as explosive as his physique. If you ignored that Eastern face, Boss You’s body was built like a Western man.

Yi Xiaoyu turned his back in silence.

To say he wasn’t jealous would be a lie. He really couldn’t figure out how that fat man who once resembled a polar bear could have transformed into such a perfect specimen.

Boss You now stood behind Yi Xiaoyu, sneaking glances at his wife’s rear, swallowing several times before resisting the urge to reach out and touch.

He stood under the showerhead, bathing while secretly watching his wife.

Yi Xiaoyu walked to the bathroom door, drying himself with a towel, then applied some men’s skincare lotion.

When he bent over to rub his legs, his waist curved, making his hips lift slightly.

They’d often bathed together before, so Yi Xiaoyu was used to striking any pose in front of Boss You. But for Boss You, who hadn’t touched his wife in days, it was a deadly temptation.

Yi Xiaoyu dressed and turned to see Boss You’s nosebleed now running from his nose down to his chest. He said coolly, “Don’t faint from blood loss.” After a pause, Yi Xiaoyu glanced down at the energetic member between Boss You’s legs and continued, “Finish yourself off as soon as possible. If you come out like this, I’ll just go straight upstairs without you.”

Boss You’s face turned pale, and looking aggrieved, he turned his back, reaching down to start his lonely exercise.

Hmph, someday when I coax you into bed, I’ll use this thing to make you cry—let’s see if you dare threaten it again.

Finally, Boss You emerged from the bathroom with a face full of longing and frustration.

Yi Xiaoyu was reclining on the sofa, eating sunflower seeds and scrolling through Weibo on his phone.

Before the rain stopped, they could only stay indoors.

Boss You sat on the sofa next to Yi Xiaoyu, towel-drying his hair. He tried several times to speak, but seeing Yi Xiaoyu’s indifferent expression, he swallowed his words.

After a few minutes, Boss You moved over to the sofa where Yi Xiaoyu was lounging.

“Xiaoyu, you said you wanted to talk with me before,” he said in a small voice, unwilling to be ignored. “Let’s... have a chat.”

Yi Xiaoyu kept his eyes fixed on the phone. “Shell all the sunflower seeds.” Then he added, “No cracking them with your teeth.”

Boss You hurriedly sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa where Yi Xiaoyu lay, facing the table with the seeds, and began to shell them with utmost seriousness.

Yi Xiaoyu felt a warmth in his heart as he watched Boss You’s patient and meticulous manner. But a few seconds later, his face darkened and he smacked Boss You on the back of the head.

“Who told you to eat as you shell?”

(Yawn Bro: I quietly calculated the remaining story and feel it’ll probably, maybe, almost certainly wrap up this month. As for the new novel, since the editor asked me to start over, the original setup needs to be reworked. Sigh, it’s exhausting. But since I promised updates by the end of the month, no matter how much I write, I’ll upload the first chapter within this month. Hope you girls will keep supporting me then~~ Good night.)