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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Dew Has Not Yet Dried
Going home?
Junxi had not yet processed what was happening when she heard a beep, and the headlights of the Cayenne nearby flickered as it unlocked.
Zhou Xuanyu quickly walked to the car, opened the door, and pushed her inside. He swiftly got in himself.
"Why are we going to your house?"
Her heart raced loudly in the quiet of the car, thumping in her chest.
"What do you think?"
"Huh?"
Zhou Xuanyu ignored her question and started the engine. The music and laughter from Baili Palace faded away before they even began.
The car smoothly pulled away from Baili Palace. Junxi was still trying to decipher Zhou Xuanyu's cryptic "What do you think?" when she spotted the sign leading to Yatian.
Yatian was very close to Baili Palace, just a ten-minute drive away.
The villa Zhou Xuanyu was taking her to was the same place where Zhou Ziyan had held her birthday party. Junxi wasn't surprised that this was Zhou Xuanyu's house; she had already guessed it when she saw him that day.
Such unique and elegant taste could only belong to him.
Junxi could imagine how chaotic Zhou Ziyan's birthday party had turned out, and she figured that Zhou Xuanyu must have put in a lot of effort to restore everything to its original state.
He helped her sit down and removed her other high heel, placing it aside.
"Wait a moment," he said.
Junxi obediently nodded.
Zhou Xuanyu walked while casually taking off his coat. Underneath, he wore a snow-white shirt that fit him snugly, the hem neatly tucked into his belt, accentuating his alluring figure.
She averted her gaze, unable to look any longer.
Zhou Xuanyu went into the bathroom and filled a basin with hot water, then turned to rummage through the storage cabinet for a medicine box. Once everything was ready, he returned to her side.
"First, apply a hot compress, then use the ointment," he said, half-squatting as he grasped her ankle. "You have to bear with it."
She straightened her back. "I'm not the same person I used to be; I can handle this little pain."
He raised an eyebrow and, in an instant of withdrawing his gaze, pressed the warm towel onto her ankle without any tenderness.
"Ugh..."
Was that intentional?
Junxi bit her lower lip, suppressing any further sounds.
He gradually softened his movements and glanced at her. Her lower lip, red from biting, looked like it had been smeared with jam, stirring an impulse to lean in and taste it...
Zhou Xuanyu cleared his throat and almost sprang to his feet. The strange thought that flashed through his mind startled him.
He took Junxi's hand and placed it on the towel.
"Press it yourself."
Junxi wanted to say something more, but Zhou Xuanyu had already stood up and walked into the kitchen. When he returned, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and he held a glass of ice water in his hand.
"What would you like to drink?" he asked.
"No, thank you."
She had already troubled him enough.
Zhou Xuanyu sat down beside her, and after waiting for nearly fifteen minutes, he removed the towel and began applying ointment to her.
His hands were cool against her burning skin; it was a stark contrast, yet surprisingly comfortable. The pain gradually faded under his gentle massage.
She suddenly sighed.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I was really hoping to dance with you today," she said, her brows furrowing in regret.
Zhou Xuanyu fell silent for a few seconds.
"Who said we can't dance today?"
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