When Zhou Wang suddenly realized something was wrong, it was already too late to stop it.

Zhou Wang yanked the towel from his face, staring dazedly at the scene before him.

Amidst the misty steam, Lisa’s whole figure became somewhat blurred, but her graceful curves were like an artistic silhouette, glowing with a soft white against the dim light.

Distant, yet so real.

Zhou Wang felt a little dazed; he hadn’t expected Lisa to be so daring.

... Zhou Wang was her entire world.

But what stunned Zhou Wang the most was Lisa’s expression at that moment.

Lisa had a somewhat rare "heart-shaped face," reportedly only 2% of women worldwide have this shape, often referred to as a "beauty face."

Among celebrities, Kun Ling, AB, and Jing Tian are typical examples.

This face shape gave Lisa a striking appearance, even when she wasn’t smiling.

Her almond-shaped eyes always had a slight upward tilt, lending a touch of languid allure, but now her brows were tightly furrowed, and a bead of sweat trickled down her smooth, full forehead, breaking the bright harmony of her otherwise vivid features.

Zhou Wang could instantly see her difficulty and pain.

But...

Perhaps it was a long-trained instinct to please or an unconscious desire to flatter; either way, she was trying hard to create an illusion that she was fully enjoying it.

When these conflicting feelings blended together in Zhou Wang’s eyes, they formed a uniquely captivating and pitiful beauty.

Even though Zhou Wang knew that they had just met for the first time, that Lisa didn’t really have feelings for him, and everything was just because she had been waiting for someone, and that someone happened to be him...

Yet Zhou Wang couldn’t help but feel a deep emotional stir.

After all, what she offered was a young woman’s most innocent beauty, presented in the most unwavering and unreserved way.

It didn’t matter if it was calculated, because she still hadn’t received anything—not even a promise from Zhou Wang.

... One must admit that Sun Xining was smart; the timing she advised Lisa to choose was incredibly successful.

Even though Zhou Wang had his concerns, after the games with the two girls tonight, his instincts were undeniably restless.

In fact, if it had been half a year ago, when Zhou was still impulsive, he wouldn’t have needed Lisa to take the initiative; he would have acted already.

It’s fair to say Zhou Wang was extremely self-controlled.

But now, Zhou Wang couldn’t hold back anymore.

He still felt this was a bit hasty, though.

So, after a brief moment of distraction and etching the memory of Lisa’s expression into his mind, Zhou Wang suddenly sat up and gestured to stop Lisa.

"Mr. Zhou, I..."

"Get up first, and then we’ll talk."

Zhou Wang interrupted Lisa, who wanted to say something, and gestured for her to step aside.

This scene clearly wasn’t in the script Sun Xining had told her, so Lisa felt disoriented, with panic and despair washing over her heart.

But she didn’t dare to go against Zhou Wang’s wishes, so she stopped, folding her arms as she huddled to the edge of the bathtub.

A tear uncontrollably rolled down from the corner of Lisa’s eye, but even so, she turned her head away, not daring to let Zhou Wang see her tears, fearing it would incite his disgust.

Zhou Wang gritted his teeth. You’re a "goddess" to the outside world; why become so humble in front of me?

On the side, Sun Xining was also a bit puzzled, as in her view, the emotions and ambiance had been adequately set; she couldn’t understand why Zhou Wang refused.

When she glanced shyly at Zhou Wang, she became even more bewildered.

Clearly...

Zhou Wang disregarded the inner thoughts of the two girls, got out of the bathtub, and roughly towel-dried himself before grabbing a clean, large towel and approaching Lisa from behind.

"Stand up."

"Ah? Oh..."

Though still wiping her tears, Lisa obediently stood up, not knowing what Zhou Wang intended.

Water droplets cascaded down her porcelain-like skin, a sight to behold.

Zhou Wang admired this for a while, and when Lisa was at a loss and lowered her head, he suddenly wrapped the towel around her and, with a burst of strength, lifted her up by the waist.

"Mr. Zhou..."

"Don’t call me Mr. Zhou; call me husband."

Zhou Wang instructed in a low voice as he carried her toward the master bedroom.

Lisa wasn’t particularly clever, but she wasn’t foolish either. At this moment, she finally realized what was happening, her previous disappointment replaced by immense joy.

After trembling slightly, she quickly wrapped her arms around Zhou Wang’s neck.

Remembering Zhou Wang’s instruction, she lifted her head, her beautiful face flushed and tear-streaked, timidly calling out:

"Hus... husband."

... Her little expression undoubtedly had an element of acting, but it was hard not to be charmed by it.

Zhou Wang’s response was to stride rapidly into the master bedroom and throw her onto the soft, black velvet-covered bed.

The towel came loose, revealing a vibrant spread of red and purple.

...

Sun Xining widened her eyes, realizing what was happening.

She couldn’t help but let out an "auntie grin."

It shows that Zhou still has some conscience, knowing that things shouldn’t be rushed with a girl.

If it were in the bathtub, what would that even mean?

Sun Xining discovered through conversation that Lisa came from a single-parent family, which evoked a sense of sympathy from shared circumstances.