The bathroom, designed in an opulent European style, features crystal chandeliers and intricate wall reliefs—every detail exquisitely crafted to perfection.

Xia Yihan filled the spacious bathtub with water, stepped down from the platform, and stood two meters away with her head bowed, waiting for Young Master Ye to enter and bathe.

The thought of facing this man made her intensely 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 powerful; what if he forcibly pinned her down...

No, no, he was far too selective with women—he would never spare her a second glance.

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

Ye Zimo entered the bathroom without even glancing at Xia Yihan, which brought her a faint sense of relief.

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

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

Before she knew it, Ye Zimo’s eyes had settled on her anxious expression, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips.

A few seconds later, he gracefully stepped onto the platform and lowered himself into the bathtub.

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

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 was commanding, leaving no room for refusal.

Startled, she lifted her gaze to meet his—only to find his deep, magnetic eyes holding an almost hypnotic pull, making her even more flustered and helpless.

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

His lips were thin but 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 almost uncontrollable urge to deepen the kiss surged within him.

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