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Seeing Jiang Yanting return from sending someone off, he just started to say, "It’s getting late..."

"You help Taotao with his bath, while I go bathe Jiangjiang. That way it’ll be faster, and it would take you a long time to do it alone," he said as he picked up Jiangjiang and headed to another bathroom.

It was indeed too busy to attend to both children on her own, and she couldn’t refuse Jiang Yanting’s reasoning.

When Jiang Yanting was helping Jiangjiang take off his clothes and bathe him, Jiangjiang looked at him seriously, "Dad, do you not want to leave?"

The certain deadbeat dad didn’t say a word.

"But Mom doesn’t seem to have prepared a room for you, so are you going to sleep on the couch tonight?"

"Or else you can sleep with me, I have a room, and the bed is really big."

...

Jiangjiang’s tone had a bit of a show-off flair to it.

Jiang Yanting swiftly wiped his son’s body clean and threw clothes at him, "Dress yourself."

After getting dressed, he carried him out of the bathroom and then let him put on the newly bought cotton slippers.

Jiangjiang, feeling a bit smug, saw the carrot slippers and his little face fell.

"Being picky isn’t good, we need to cure it from the root. Seeing carrots more often might slowly make you accept them."

"Dad..." Jiangjiang felt like crying, he really wouldn’t be smug again in the future.

Taotao, on the other hand, seemed to quite like this pair of slippers.

**

With both children settled in their own rooms for rest, Shen Zhixian finally breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the mess in the living room, she still felt an immense headache.

Seeing that it was already past ten o’clock, Shen Zhixian was just about to propose that he go home when she saw Jiang Yanting directly enter the master bedroom, her room.

He didn’t go home but came into her room for what?

"Jiang..."

She pushed open the slightly ajar door, and the first thing she saw was him, partly undressed, he...

Was taking off his clothes.

His shirt buttons were already mostly undone, revealing a thin slit through which the outline of the muscles beneath could be made out.

They had already seen each other candidly long ago when Jiang Yanting was still a student, looking rather tender and a bit thin with only the muscular contours formed from regular sports, not nearly as impactful as the sight he offered her now.

Back then too thin, now a case of having muscle even undressed.

"Need something?"

Jiang Yanting didn’t seem too surprised by her sudden intrusion, and continued unhurriedly undoing the buttons, taking off his shirt.

The robust waistline, the attractive and sexy muscle contours, and the slightly undulating abs with his breathing; a man so alluring that anyone who liked him, even without him flirting, would find the excitement alone enough to make their heart race. Let alone now when she harbored intent to seduce.

Shen Zhixian’s fingertips tensed slightly, palms sweating with nervousness.

You’re in my room, getting undressed like this, and you still ask if I need something?

"Just now when helping Jiangjiang with his bath, the kid was too naughty and my clothes got wet. I’m going to dry them," Jiang Yanting said as he placed his clothes beside the heater.

Jiangjiang: "..."

"Taotao is still here, I can’t undress in the living room, so I had to come to your room."

Shen Zhixian knew he was doing it on purpose, but she couldn’t do anything about it, "Then I’ll go out first, to tidy up the living room a bit more."

Being alone in a room with someone undressed like that, something was bound to happen. She opened the door and turned to leave, but before she could step out, she heard footsteps from behind...

She instinctively turned around, watching him quickly closing in, his upper body bare. She tried to push him away with her hand, her fingertips just touching his skin.

Burning hot, scorching enough to make her retract her hand.

It was during that brief moment of hesitation that she found herself pinned against the wall.

"Jiang Yanting!" Shen Zhixian was flustered, his appearance made it hard for her to push him away.

"Let’s talk."

"We can talk, just—," Shen Zhixian, feeling helpless, tried to object, but how could she talk with him so close?

"You seem to be ignoring me all the time."

His body was warm, his breath hot, and even the intensity of his gaze seemed to burn.

"No, I’m not."

"Are you planning to only keep your son and not me?"

"I..." Shen Zhixian and Jiang Yanting began to find tension in the cooling of their relationship.

"You’re more enthusiastic towards Chengsi."

"He’s been helping out all day, and since he’s a guest, of course, I have to..." noveldrama

"Then what am I to you?" Jiang Yanting pressed closer, with each word he spoke, his breath fell on her face, as if wanting to ignite a wildfire.

Her body was already prone to sweating, and now it was tensely covered in a sheen of hot, clammy moisture.

"Xianxian—" his voice deep and soul-stirring, "What am I to you?"