The Excessively Luxurious Bathroom

The bathroom was designed in an opulent European style—crystal chandeliers, bas-relief carvings on the walls—every detail exquisitely crafted to perfection.

Xia Yihan filled the spacious bathtub with water, descended the steps, and stood two meters away, head bowed, waiting for Young Master Ye to enter and bathe.

The thought of facing a naked man made her intensely nervous.

If it was just assisting him with his bath, she could grit her teeth and endure it. But who knew if he might suddenly lose control? He was so tall and imposing—if he forcibly pinned her down...

No, no, that couldn’t happen. Too many women were vying to climb into Young Master Ye’s bed. He was so picky about women; he would surely never look twice at her.

Of course, she didn’t want him to look twice at her either.

Ye Zimo stepped into the bathroom without even glancing at Xia Yihan, which brought her a slight sense of relief. He reached for his buttons and, right in front of her, casually stripped off all his clothes, leaving them scattered across the floor.

Xia Yihan didn’t dare look at him. She bent down, gathered his clothes, and placed them in their designated spot before returning to her original position, head still lowered.

Her face flushed uncontrollably, her eyes darting around, unsure where to rest.

At some point, Ye Zimo’s gaze settled on her flustered expression, then drifted to her trembling hands. A faint, indescribable curve tugged at the corner of his lips. few seconds later, he gracefully stepped up into the bathtub.

"Come wipe my back," he commanded.

Xia Yihan silently picked up a towel, ascended the steps, and stood behind him.

She forced herself to calm down, taking several deep breaths before mustering the courage to reach out.

Just treat him like a child. Giving a child a bath is nothing.

She repeated this mantra to herself, her hands shaking as she brought the towel into contact with his skin.

The moment she touched him, he suddenly turned—startling her so badly she nearly dropped the towel.

"Look at me!"

His voice carried an undeniable authority.

She panicked and met his gaze, only to find his deep eyes possessed an almost hypnotic pull, making her even more flustered.

She quickly averted her eyes, fixing them instead on his tightly pressed lips.

His lips were thin but well-shaped.

The way she gazed at them was both alluring and sensual, and his gaze darkened slightly in response.

Just as she was about to break eye contact, his hand suddenly sliced through the water, emerging from the bathtub to grip her wrist with unexpected force. With a splash, she tumbled squarely onto his broad, muscular frame.

Her skirt instantly soaked through, clinging to her body and revealing every curve. Water overflowed from the bathtub, cascading down the steps and flooding the marble floor.

Ye Zimo’s sudden move left Xia Yihan stunned. For a second or two, she froze before frantically struggling against him.

His ironclad arms locked around her waist—though he didn’t seem to exert much strength, she couldn’t budge an inch.

The more she struggled, the closer they became. The position was far too intimate, filling her with dread.

He… he wasn’t really going to lose control, was he?

"You—" She had barely gotten the word out when his lips descended, silencing her with a kiss.

His moist lips gently sucked at her soft mouth, sending a shiver of numbness straight through her body. She trembled instinctively.

In that moment, her mind went blank, leaving her staring blankly at his flawless, handsome face.

He sensed her inexperience—the untouched purity of a woman who had never been touched by a man—and for some reason, he felt an almost irresistible urge to deepen the kiss.

He had slept with countless women, yet never before had he felt such a compulsion to kiss one.

Still expressionless, he released her.

The pressure around her waist vanished, and she seized the opportunity to grab the edge of the bathtub, struggling to her feet.

Once standing, her mind cleared, and shame and fury surged within her.

That had been her first kiss—the precious first kiss she had reserved for the man she loved most. And now it was gone. How dare he take it so casually?

So what if he was a billionaire CEO? Did that give him the right to kiss her whenever he pleased? She was just a maid—she hadn’t sold herself to him!

Her eyes, blazing with rage, locked onto his face. He glanced at her coldly.

"If you feel wronged, you can leave."

His words were ruthless, yet they reminded her of the cold, hard reality—no, she couldn’t leave. No matter how angry she was, she had no choice but to stay.

Swallowing all her emotions, she forced her expression into blankness, silent as she descended the steps and picked up another towel.

"Unnecessary," he said coldly, scooping up the towel she had dropped and drying himself off.

She kept her head down, staring at the water-soaked floor. The surface was slick, so she found a spotless rag, soaked up the water, wrung it out at the sink, and resumed cleaning.

He dried his body while she scrubbed the floor—scrubbing with meticulous care.

He observed the side of her focused face, his own expression unreadable.

Once she finished the floor, washed the rag, and cleaned her hands, it seemed he had completed his bath as well.

"Towel!"

Xia Yihan lifted the towel, head still bowed, and held it out to him.

As their proximity increased, anxiety gripped her again—what if he did something outrageous this time?

Thankfully, nothing happened. He took the towel himself, dried off, and tossed it back into her hands.

She fetched another for him. He wrapped it around himself, didn’t even glance at her, and strode out.

By now, the water on her white dress had mostly drained away, but it still clung to her, soaked and clinging to every curve.

As his maid, she had no right to concern herself with her own discomfort. Head lowered, she followed him out.