The bathroom, exquisitely designed in European style, is the epitome of luxury—crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and intricate reliefs adorn the walls, every detail meticulously 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 this man made her unbearably nervous.

If it were just serving him, she could grit her teeth and endure it—but who knew if he might suddenly lose control? He was so tall and imposing; what if he forcibly pinned her down...

No, no, he was far too picky about women—he would never look twice at her.

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

Ye Zimo stepped into the bathroom without even glancing at Xia Yihan, which brought her a slight sense of relief.

Too afraid to meet his gaze, she gathered his clothes and placed them in their designated spot before returning to her position, head still lowered.

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

Before she knew it, Ye Zimo’s gaze had settled on her flustered expression, a faint, indescribable curve playing at the corners of his lips.

A few seconds later, he gracefully ascended the steps and stepped into the bathtub.

"Come here and scrub my back," he commanded.

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

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

*Just think of him as a child—giving a child a bath is nothing.*

She repeated the mantra to herself, her trembling hands finally pressing the towel against his skin.

The moment she touched him, he suddenly turned around, nearly causing her to drop the towel in shock.

"Look at me!"

His voice carried an undeniable authority.

Panicked, she lifted her gaze to meet his, only to find his deep, mesmerizing eyes holding a strange allure that left her even more flustered and helpless.

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

His lips were thin, perfectly shaped.

"You—" She had barely uttered the first syllable when his sudden, commanding kiss silenced her, cutting off the rest of her words.

In that instant, her mind went blank as she stared, transfixed, at his flawless, striking features.

He sensed her inexperience—and to his surprise, an impulse surged within him to deepen the kiss.

He had been with countless women, yet never before had he felt such an overwhelming urge to kiss one.