Chapter 556: 556 Chapter: Push-ups
Xu Xiangbei resisted his desires strongly, backed out of the bathroom, and promised confidently at the door, "Ting Ting, don’t worry, I can’t see anything, you’re covered in soap bubbles."
"Really, should I thank you then? Please close the door properly."
The sound of the door slamming shut echoed, and only then did Song Yuting pat her chest lightly, "That was close, luckily the bathtub was filled with bubbles, otherwise he would have seen everything."
With her eyes covered with gauze and unable to see anything, Song Yuting found it quite inconvenient. She dared not fully enjoy the bubble bath. After finishing her bath, she got out of the bathtub only to find, aside from her underwear, her skirt was missing.
Song Yuting pouted, thinking, it must be Xu Xiangbei’s trick. I thought he was a good guy.
Imagining herself standing in front of Xu Xiangbei wearing only her underwear, Song Yuting’s face flushed again. As if he would, if he stole my clothes, I’m not going out.
With a playful stomping of her foot, she scolded, "Xu Xiangbei, where’s my skirt? Did you hide it? Annoying."
Through the bathroom door, Xu Xiangbei laughed, "Miss Song Yuting, you’re wronging me. Your plaid skirt was smeared with cream, and while you were bathing, I already washed it clean, dried it, and placed it in the bedroom. Oh, there’s a clean bathrobe on the hook, it’s a complimentary gift from the hotel, totally unused, you can wear the bathrobe."
Apparently, the presidential suite provided bathrobes for guests, all included in the room rate.
Bathrobe? Song Yuting was skeptical, remembering Xu Xiangbei had pointed out the location of the hook. She reached out and touched a smooth, slippery garment, probably made of high-end silk-like material, slipping out of her hands easily.
Wearing the silk bathrobe felt extremely comfortable, lightly like a layer of clouds. Song Yuting tied the bathrobe tightly around her waist, blow-dried her hair, and finally came out of the bathroom.
Seeing Song Yuting come out of the bathroom, Xu Xiangbei hurried over to support her, holding her tender, slippery hand in his. A bath really made a difference.
Before the bath, Song Yuting’s hands were cold and greasy with cream, but now her small hands were soft and warm, radiating a young and alluring aura.
Song Yuting’s waist belt was tied too tightly, and the bathrobe was shorter than her plaid skirt, revealing her rarely exposed thighs.
Xu Xiangbei couldn’t help but glance a couple of times.
In the romantic and extravagant presidential suite, with only a man and a woman present, Song Yuting dressed so enticingly, it really ignited a burning desire, feeling a rush straight to the brain.
Feeling Xu Xiangbei’s warm big hand as he supported her to the bedroom, Song Yuting was filled with a sense of security. Just as she was about to say thank you, she noticed Xu Xiangbei’s breath quickening and asked puzzledly, "Why’re you out of breath? What are you doing?"
Xu Xiangbei chuckled wryly and said evasively, "I was just exercising, did a few push-ups, and now my blood flow’s a bit accelerated."
Song Yuting smiled, believing him, "Exercising more is good for health, you should work out more. I remember in high school, you liked exercising; we often saw you doing push-ups when we met."
Having her eyes covered with gauze, she didn’t see the embarrassed look on Xu Xiangbei’s face.
Xu Xiangbei sighed internally, silly girl, seeing me always doing push-ups, that was due to rapidly elevated hormones and adrenaline. Calming inner desires, doing push-ups was the best solution.
Sitting on the soft and comfortable bed, and touching the tidy and soft main bed sheet, Song Yuting blushed lightly. "Is there only one bed here?"
Xu Xiangbei brought over two glasses of champagne from the coffee table, handing one to Song Yuting while gentle and romantic American country music played from the speaker, the soothing and captivating electric guitar sound strumming on the heartstrings.
"There’s only one big bed in the presidential suite."
"So, how are we, how are we supposed to sleep?"
Xu Xiangbei had already prepared to let Song Yuting sleep on the bed while he slept on the sofa, but he didn’t answer immediately, instead, a wicked smile curled his lips as he wanted to tease Song Yuting.
His voice carried a playful teasing tone, "Haha, how to sleep? Sleep together! Don’t you want us to sleep together? I don’t want to sleep on the floor or on the sofa."
Song Yuting’s face turned red, and she lightly sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing out her bathrobe to avoid exposure before sitting down.
Unexpectedly, the bathrobe was too airy and soft, causing a static reaction between the silk fabric and her hand.
Hearing Xu Xiangbei’s breath quickening again, Song Yuting asked puzzledly, "Isn’t it weird, you did push-ups a while ago, why are you still out of breath?"
Xu Xiangbei finished the cool and sweet champagne in one go, feeling a sense of panic as if caught doing something bad, "I did too many earlier, so my breathing hasn’t calmed down yet."
Song Yuting, unaware of Xu Xiangbei’s feelings, believed him and said naively, "Oh, is that so? Exercise should be done in moderation, not excessively."
Even when naive, Song Yuting intuitively felt Xu Xiangbei’s voice was somewhat panicked, raising suspicion.
She was quite cautious about her attire. Discreetly, she touched her thigh and was shocked to find her entire thigh exposed.
Song Yuting shrieked again, quickly covering her bathrobe tightly, blushing and scolding lightly, "Shameless, don’t look around. It’s been years, and I didn’t expect you to turn out like this."
Xu Xiangbei chuckled wryly, "Miss Song Yuting, you’re wronging me. What have I turned into? It wasn’t me who lifted your bathrobe. Besides, you’re covering so tightly, I didn’t see anything."
