SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

"I think we should shower together... What do you think, Lin Mu?" Su Nianhe said haltingly, her voice trembling with nervousness.

Lin Mu's face darkened, and he helplessly rubbed his forehead: "Take off your coat, I'll treat your wound."

"Huh...?" Su Nianhe's beautiful eyes widened slightly, then a hint of disappointment flashed across her face as she muttered softly, "Oh, so that's what it means..."

"What else? Take it off." Lin Mu said, then turned to get the first-aid kit.

Su Nianhe watched Lin Mu's retreating figure, pouted, and muttered softly, "Honestly, if you're going to take off your coat, just say so~"

"Hmph! Lin Mu, you're clearly just blurting out what you're thinking subconsciously, aren't you?"

When Lin Mu returned with the medicine box, Su Nianhe had already gracefully sat back on the sofa.

"Why haven't you taken your clothes off yet?" Lin Mu walked up to her and stopped, his voice still calm.

Su Nianhe's lips curled into a smile as she looked up and retorted, "If you don't come, who am I supposed to take my clothes off for?"

Lin Mu sighed helplessly: "Be serious."

"snort!"

Su Nianhe gave a soft snort, pinched the zipper of the black coat with her fingertips, and slowly pulled it down in front of him.

The zipper made a soft "sizzling" sound, and the black lace camisole underneath was gradually revealed. The snow-white skin and the faintly visible lines instantly caught Lin Mu's eye.

He hastily looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably, and even his breathing slowed down.

She didn't stop; she slightly raised her arm, completely took off her coat, and casually draped it over the sofa armrest.

The sword wound on her right shoulder was suddenly revealed, with faint red marks around the edges, creating a stark contrast with her snow-white skin.

Su Nianhe looked up at him, a sly smile in her eyes: "Lin Mu, weren't you going to help me treat my wounds?"

"But why aren't you looking at me?"

Lin Mu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and moved closer to her right shoulder.

Just then, Su Nianhe swayed slightly, and her stunningly beautiful face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Their noses almost touched, and in the instant their eyes met, she suddenly smiled and asked softly, "Lin Mu, am I beautiful?"

"beautiful……"

Lin Mu snapped back to reality, his brows furrowing instantly, his tone carrying a hint of helpless warning: "Su Nianhe."

"Pfft—" Su Nianhe suddenly laughed out loud, her eyebrows curving into crescent moons.

"Okay, okay, I'm just teasing you."

"Hey~ I've leaned my shoulder over here, you can do it."

After saying that, she obediently sat up straight, turned her injured right shoulder slightly towards Lin Mu, and her faint fragrance wafted over.

Just as Lin Mu reached out and touched her snow-white shoulder, she suddenly swayed and lightly pressed her red lips to his left cheek, leaving a faint lip print.

Lin Mu paused, his stern face expressionless, but his ears were slightly red, and his voice carried a hint of helplessness: "If you move around again, you'll have to treat your wound yourself."

Su Nianhe smiled sweetly and said in a soft voice, "I don't want to~ I really won't tease you this time."

"Go ahead and do it, but be gentle~"

Lin Mu sighed silently to himself. In the quiet living room, his heart pounded like a drum, impossible to suppress.

He lowered his head and focused on treating the sword wound on her shoulder, using extremely light pressure with his fingertips, afraid of hurting her.

Su Nianhe suddenly spoke up: "Lin Mu, you're blushing."

Lin Mu's hand froze again. He took a deep breath but didn't respond. He just quickened his bandaging movements.

Su Nianhe stared intently at his serious profile without blinking, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her eyes brimming with laughter.

A moment later, Su Nianhe's right shoulder wound had been carefully bandaged and wrapped with a clean bandage.

Lin Mu calmly said, "The wound isn't very deep, but judging from your healing speed..."

"If you had arrived a few hours later, the wound might have healed on its own."

He paused, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the straps of her lace camisole, and his ears grew warmer. He added, "I'll go get you some pajamas, the same ones you wore before."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the dressing room, her steps quickening as if she were fleeing...

Su Nianhe's gentle voice sounded from behind, with a hint of coquetry: "Lin Mu, remember to keep some women's pajamas at home from now on."

"Of course, it can only be prepared for me alone. If I find out that it's prepared for someone else... I'll kill them!"

Lin Mu paused slightly, but didn't turn around: "Bring it yourself."

"Lin Mu, I want you to buy it for me!" Su Nianhe's voice suddenly rose.

"Then you can wear mine."

After Lin Mu finished speaking, he went into the dressing room, raised his hand to press his brow, sighed again, and then took out a set of his own black pajamas and walked towards the living room.

As soon as he entered the living room, his eyes widened instantly—

Su Nianhe was leaning back on the sofa, her long, snow-white legs draped over the coffee table, and the hem of her tank top had slipped up a little, revealing her slender waist.

Lin Mu walked quickly over and covered her legs with his pajamas, his voice urgent and tinged with helplessness: "Su Nianhe!"

"Next time, could you please take your clothes off in your room?"

Su Nianhe completely ignored his words, slowly putting on her pajama bottoms in front of him, her fair legs swaying in front of him, her voice gentle: "You're not an outsider."

"If it were anyone else, I would have already plucked out their eyes and torn them to pieces."

Lin Mu rubbed his forehead, his voice weary: "It's very late, let's rest."

Su Nianhe got up from the sofa and took two light steps toward him: "I want to take a shower, Lin Mu."

"I have a shoulder injury; I'll wash it tomorrow."

"You can wash below the shoulders."

"Then go ahead and wash, you don't need to tell me."

Su Nianhe's eyes sparkled, and she suddenly leaned closer to him, lowering her voice slightly, with a hint of seduction: "I want to shower with you~"

Lin Mu was speechless for a moment, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Suddenly, two soft bumps hit his back.

Su Nianhe wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her jade feet slightly raised, her warm breath brushing against his ear: "By the way, Lin Mu, I have another question."

"Ask, first let go of my hand." Lin Mu's breathing was a little rapid.

"Did you like the feeling of you pushing me away back then?"

As soon as Su Nianhe finished speaking, Lin Mu's heart started racing, as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

He abruptly broke free from her grasp, rushed into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

Su Nianhe watched his retreating figure, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes brimming with laughter: "Silence means you like me~"

"Lin Mu, you look so cute when you're shy."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the shower room, and the sound of the shower running began.

Amidst the swirling mist, Su Nianhe gazed at her exquisite figure in the mirror, her fingertips tracing her collarbone, a faint smile playing on her lips, as she softly murmured:

"Lin Mu, you can only belong to me."