comes to "starting a cold war," Tong Yimo has an absolute 100% win rate.She could do it, not even picking up his calls, sleeping in separate rooms from him, even if they lived under the same roof she...After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door sounded like "dong dong dong," instantly making Tong Yimo, who had slumped on the bed in the shape of a big character, sit up.

Right now, she feels like Little Red Riding Hood, and the man outside her door is the Big Bad Wolf.

Her feelings for her older brother now are different from how she used to feel about the scenery.

So the things between husband and wife, it wasn't that she was being overly emotional, but rather that she truly couldn't bring herself to engage in sexual relations without a foundation of "love."

"Em, I'm going to set up a milk bath for you. Come over and soak in it later." Leng Yechen's voice was so sweet that it could make your ears pregnant, drifting in from outside the door.

Tong Yimo was stunned for a moment, hurriedly got up from the bed, walked to the door, and politely refused through the door panel: "No need, it's too much trouble!"

"Rest assured, this time you can enjoy a quiet soak by yourself." Leng Ye sank finished speaking and then left.

Tong Yimo vaguely heard the sound of his footsteps leaving.

After a while, she pressed down on the doorknob, turned the lock underneath, and curiously stepped out.

In the next room, in a cold and silent bedroom, the sound of trickling water could be heard.

Tong Yimo walked barefoot, following the sound, into the room. The fragrance of roses and the rich aroma of fresh milk filled her nostrils pleasantly.

She strolled leisurely to the bathroom door, only to see in the spacious bathroom that Leng Ye Chen was sitting on the steps beside the jacuzzi, patiently peeling off petal by petal from the basket of freshly washed red roses and scattering them into the bathtub filled with milk.

His white dress shirt was slightly open at the collar, revealing two tantalizingly toned pecs. The sleeves were rolled up to his mid-arm, showcasing subtly tanned skin. The tailored trousers accentuated his long and shapely legs.

At this moment, Tong Yimo saw something in him. Suddenly, she felt that the man who had meticulously prepared a rose milk bath for her was handsome, sexy, and charming.

Suddenly, a strange ripple stirred the flame in her heart.

After suddenly coming to her senses, Tong Yimo realized the strange feelings she had, and there was a hint of surprise in her heart.

But she would immediately start to think perversely that her elder brother's seemingly innocent attentions were probably not entirely good-natured.

But now, seeing her big brother so serious, she didn't notice that she was standing at the bathroom door. Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed her mind.

But as she stepped into the bathroom and tiptoed up behind him, her foot suddenly landed on something, sending a sharp pain shooting through her. She yelped and took a step back, only to slip on the wet floor, losing her balance and falling in a boat-like position.

Seeing her about to plunge headfirst into the large bathtub in front of her, Leng Yechen heard the sound and got up instinctively. He shielded her head with one hand and grasped her waist with the other. However, because of her strong impact, his body lost its support point and he was helplessly pulled down into the bathtub with her.

"Whoosh!"

"Cough—cough—cough cough!" Tong Yimo was startled and choked on a mouthful of milk, her mouth and nasal cavity filled with the taste of it.

She instinctively clung to Leng Yechen's neck, her fingers digging into his chest with all her might. It was the primal instinct of a drowning person, desperate for survival, not daring to let go for even a moment.

"It's alright! It's alright! I'm here..." Leng Ye gently patted Tong Yimo's back, soothingly and patiently.

"Cough, cough—" Tong Yimo hugged his neck with both hands, burying her head pitifully against his chest and coughing incessantly.

In her panic, she raised her eyes and met his gaze. His eyes, as if designed to cloud her mind, struck her with a sudden wave of confusion.

The wet chiffon dress became translucent, outlining the shape of her lingerie. Her delicate bosom was half-revealed on the rose petals.

And his white shirt, now soaked through and translucent, clung to his muscular and sexy chest.

The air was thick with hormones. In the deep, inky blackness of the night, his eyes, two pools of shimmering obsidian, glittered beneath brows that were both thick and slightly arched. They radiated an undeniable allure.

His nose bridge was high and arched, with thin lips forming a mysterious smile.

Tong Yi Mo once again looked ethereal, the blush on her cheeks deepening, and her heartbeat quickened.

She watched his sexy Adam's apple bob up and down, her lips parting as a surge of heat built in her chest, spreading through her body like wildfire.

Leng Ye Chen gently looked at her, concernedly asking, "Are you feeling better"

"Hmm." Tong Yimo nodded obediently, wanting to get up, but she realized her legs were actually going soft.

He curved his lips slightly: "Yimò, can we"

"What can I do" she asked softly, meekly.

After asking that question, she regretted it because she only just realized what he meant by "can I."

"I think..."

"But my feet hurt." Tong Yimo hurriedly interrupted Leng Yeshen's words.

Cold Night's brow tightened, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed in worry as he said, "Let me see."

As he spoke, his big hand already lifted her small foot from the milk bath.

Only a few small red dots were found on the palm of her feet, as if they had been pricked by something.

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.。Leng Yifeng walked closer to Leng Yeshen, leaned into his ear, and whispered in a low voice, "I mind you, investigate this Yimo's background further." 。All her preferences and talents, as well as her...