In less than fifteen minutes, Qin Chuan, having finished his shower, emerged from the bathroom.
In the room, Teacher Yang was tidying her suitcase. Hearing the movement, she looked up. Upon seeing Qin Chuan, who was only wrapped in a simple bath towel and had his upper body bare, a blush instantly spread across her exquisite features.
"Hey, you pervert, why are you out without clothes?" Teacher Yang scolded, her face red, with unconcealed shyness.
"What clothes do I need to wear? It's the middle of summer, it's scorching hot!" Qin Chuan chuckled carelessly, then deliberately tensed his muscles to show off his six-pack abs. Under the bright light, his body, still glistening with a few water droplets, was like that of a bodybuilder. The chiseled muscle lines were like carved rock sculptures, exuding a strong masculine aura.
"Teacher Yang, look at my physique, is it standard?" Qin Chuan walked up to Yang Zimo, teasing with a smile. Internally, he marveled at how good it was to be young. Even though he was busy with business and lacked regular exercise, his twenty-three-year-old body was unaffected. It was unlike his previous life, when in his fifties, he had become a paunchy, greasy middle-aged man with a beer belly, struggling to even bend down.
"Hey, go away! Who wants to look at your body?" Yang Zimo was flustered, her face completely crimson. Honestly, after being with Qin Chuan for so long, and having occasional intimate moments like kissing and caressing, this was the first time she had seen his physique so clearly. Their intimate moments had always been with clothes on. It wasn't that Qin Chuan didn't want to undress, but that she wouldn't allow it. Yang Zimo genuinely feared that if they were both naked, neither of them would be able to resist crossing that final boundary. For the usually conservative Teacher Yang, a woman giving her most chaste body to the man she loved on their wedding night was the most meaningful.
"I see your eyes are practically glowing, and you say you're not looking!" Qin Chuan deliberately stood in front of Teacher Yang, moving to wherever she tried to evade. Cornered, Yang Zimo retreated to the wall, resembling a fragile little white rabbit.
"Qin Chuan, if you continue like this, I'm going to get angry!" Yang Zimo said, her beautiful eyes glaring at the shameless guy in front of her.
"Angry? What are you angry about? Do you dislike me for not being more open, still wrapping myself in such a large bath towel?" Qin Chuan ignored Teacher Yang's threat. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and yanked his bath towel hard. In an instant, the towel left his body.
"Ah!!" This time, Yang Zimo was truly startled. She quickly covered her eyes with her hands, angrily scolding, "Pervert! You filthy pervert, who told you to take off the towel!"
"What's the big deal? We're going to be open with each other sooner or later. I'm a man, so I'll be proactive and set an example for you." Qin Chuan said with a smile, his voice full of seductive charm. "Teacher Yang, lower your arms and take a good look. Isn't your boyfriend's physique great?"
"I won't look! I don't want to look! Go get dressed quickly!!" Yang Zimo stamped her foot in anxiety.
"Just one glance, and then I'll go get dressed."
"No! No!" Teacher Yang shook her head like a rattle drum, shrinking herself smaller and smaller, almost turning into an ostrich and hiding in the corner. Qin Chuan could no longer contain his amusement and burst into laughter. Hearing Qin Chuan's unusual laughter, Yang Zimo, still covering her eyes and crouching, gathered her courage and peeked through her fingers. Then, she transformed into a cat ready to scratch and bite, furious.
"Bastard! You filthy bastard!"
"You've been teasing me all day, teasing me!!"
"I'll bite you to death!!" Qin Chuan quickly pleaded, shouting, "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Of course, he wasn't naked under the towel; he was wearing a pair of Adidas sports shorts he bought in Los Angeles. Seeing Teacher Yang's flushed face, clearly quite upset, Qin Chuan felt a sense of accomplishment. For some reason, he always enjoyed teasing Teacher Yang. Normally, Yang Zimo appeared elegant and cold, like a fairy untouched by the mundane world, intimidating many who feared profaning the goddess. Qin Chuan always wanted to make a woman like a fairy more down-to-earth. Perhaps this was the inherent nature of men! They wanted to reform "soiled" women through their efforts, and then personally "dirty" clean women, resorting to all sorts of teaching and example. Truly detestable!
"Xiao Mo, let's not be angry anymore, okay! Be good, go take a shower! I'll be waiting for you on the bed!" Qin Chuan tightly embraced Yang Zimo, who was like a little wild cat, and said gently.
"Get lost, who wants to shower here with you? I'll book another room!" Teacher Yang was very angry, her delicate face puffed out. Beneath her long eyelashes, her clear black and white eyes glared fiercely at the detestable man before her. Utterly fierce and cute!
Qin Chuan planted a loud kiss on her rosy, full lips, then another, and another…
"Ah!!" Yang Zimo finally relented, her face turning red as she dodged again. After a long while, she still walked into the bathroom with her clean clothes.
While Yang Zimo was showering, Qin Chuan lay on the comfortable large bed, watching television. Suddenly, his phone chimed with a message notification. Qin Chuan picked up his phone and, upon seeing the sender's number, he sat bolt upright from the bed. The message was simple, containing only one sentence: "What time can you come over?" It was then that he abruptly remembered his arrangement with Alisa that afternoon, for him to visit her room that evening. The purpose of this visit was something that all adults understood. Qin Chuan looked at the message on his phone, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly typed: "In two hours!" It was still early, just past nine in the evening. Qin Chuan figured that by the time two hours had passed, Yang Zimo would surely be asleep. After sending the message, a reply came back quickly, this time even simpler, just one word: "Okay!" Qin Chuan swiftly cleared all the messages. However, this time, his heart was beating rather fast. Sneaking out to "steal a bite" behind his girlfriend's back, especially when the other party was in the room opposite, made even an experienced player like him feel a racing heart, mixed with a thrill.
Forty to fifty minutes later, there was movement from the bathroom door. Yang Zimo, toweling her hair, walked out. Qin Chuan, who was sitting on the bed, took one look and deflated like a leaky balloon. "Why are you wearing even more than before!" He saw that Teacher Yang was now dressed in a set of flax-colored clothes, which looked like pajamas but also not quite, and were all long, completely covering her up, revealing only her crystal-clear small feet and the area above her neck.
"Nonsense, of course, it's to guard against perverts!" Yang Zimo saw Qin Chuan's expression and almost burst out laughing inwardly. She had finally gotten a little bit of her own back.
"Alas, the path to glory is difficult, more difficult than climbing to the heavens!" Qin Chuan collapsed onto the bed, sighing deeply. Seeing Qin Chuan's dejected look, Yang Zimo's heart rejoiced again. She walked over and plopped down beside him. "Get up and help me dry my hair!" Qin Chuan nimbly got up, sat cross-legged, took the hairdryer, and gently began to dry her hair...