Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband
Chapter 207: 181: Mrs. Fu, Will You Help Me Wash It?

Chapter 207: Chapter 181: Mrs. Fu, Will You Help Me Wash It?

Fu Yisi seemed utterly focused on his exercise, but he was fully aware of Ji Sang’s reaction to him and a satisfied smile played on his lips.

Actually, even Fu Yisi couldn’t escape some inherent male behaviors.

For instance, showing off his physique in front of the woman he loved, and enjoying the way his beloved was captivated by him.

After finishing the workout, Fu Yisi casually grabbed a towel and draped it over his neck, wiping off the sweat. Even such simple actions as bowing his head, turning it, and wiping his brow looked extraordinarily pleasing when done by Fu Yisi.

Ji Sang wanted to capture this moment with her camera, but she was too short to get the angle she wanted. She looked around for something to stand on, but aside from a small table, there wasn’t anything suitable in the gym.

The treadmill… didn’t seem high enough either.

Fu Yisi noticed Ji Sang’s actions, and after a moment’s thought, he casually leaned back against the equipment with a slight bow in his body.

Lazy and comfortable.

This height was just perfect for Ji Sang to capture the shot she wanted.

Having gotten the picture she desired, Ji Sang’s smile was uncontrollable as she gazed at the image in her camera.

Having finished wiping his sweat, Fu Yisi looked up at her, his gaze indulgent yet somewhat helpless.

“Isn’t the real deal right here better looking than a photo?”

Ji Sang lifted her head, meeting Fu Yisi’s deep gaze.

The statement wasn’t wrong…

But Ji Sang didn’t want to just concede that point.

She wrinkled her nose and glared at him playfully.

“You’re so vain. I don’t want to keep staring at you.”

Fu Yisi: …

Who was it that just blamed his good looks?

Who wanted to photograph him?

Who was it that kept staring while he was exercising just now?

Was this little ungrateful woman suggesting she’d use him and then discard him?

Fu Yisi raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on his lips as he stood up and slowly approached Ji Sang.

“So… staring at me for more than ten minutes during the warm-up and photographing me during the half-hour workout was done by an invisible little fairy, huh?”

Ji Sang: ….

Where on earth did Fu Yisi learn to talk like this? It didn’t suit him at all.

Even so, Ji Sang found herself moved by such a childish remark.

It was like her heart was being filled with honey.

Ji Sang pouted but didn’t know what to say in response to Fu Yisi’s comment.

He was so close, the usual woody fragrance on Fu Yisi now mixed with the scent of sweat.

It wasn’t unpleasant, in fact, Ji Sang found it rather sexy.

However, she lifted her hand to pinch her nose.

“Yuck, you stink. Go take a shower.”

The smile on Fu Yisi’s lips froze instantly, even though Ji Sang’s eyes twinkled mischievously, and the act was a little too obvious.

But for someone as hygiene-conscious as he was, he could not tolerate having the word ‘stinky’ associated with himself.

He subconsciously looked down, tugged at his shirt, and sniffed.

It was just the smell of sweat from the exercise, but Ji Sang’s comment made Fu Yisi feel dirty.

Unbearable.

His fine brows furrowed deeply, and with a forceful pull, he yanked Ji Sang into his arms.

“Mrs. Fu, are you starting to despise me, huh?”

Ji Sang changed her hand from pinching her nose to covering her mouth, trying hard not to let her laughter escape and pretending to look disgusted as she tilted her head back.

“Fu Yisi, let me go, you’re dirty!”

“Dirty?”

His voice grew cold and his eyes deepened and darkened.

“Heh.”

Fu Yisi let out a short, cold laugh.

“How about a bath together then? Not happy with my being dirty or stinky, eh? Mrs. Fu, would you mind washing me, making me clean, making me smell good?”

Ji Sang: ….

“Who… who’s going to bathe you?”

Is Fu Yisi a child?

Furthermore…

Taking a bath means getting completely undressed, right?

She can’t even keep her eyes open while they’re intimate…

How could she possibly bathe Fu Yisi.

The man laughed softly.

“You wash for me”

“No”

She certainly didn’t want to agree to such an unreasonable request from Fu Yisi.

But sometimes, jokes come at a price.

Fu Yisi clearly had no intention of letting Ji Sang off.

“Consider it the reward I want, hmm? Mrs. Fu.”

As he spoke, Fu Yisi gently tapped on the DSLR in Ji Sang’s hands.

The implication was full of innuendo.

Ji Sang: ….

“Can we pick another reward?”

“No.”

Ji Sang: ….

……..

In the end, Ji Sang was forced to agree to this so-called reward under Fu Yisi’s dominance.

Once the two returned to their room, Fu Yisi stood against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Ji Sang get ready.

Ji Sang bit her lip and walked over to the cabinet where Fu Yisi’s underwear was kept.

Facing Fu Yisi’s stark gaze, she blushed, closed her eyes, and picked out a pair of underwear for him.

Then, as if dealing with a hot potato, she shoved it into her bathrobe.

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief and took it into the bathroom.

What was just a simple task of fetching clothes made Ji Sang sweat profusely from her back.

Fu Yisi, with a smile in his eyes, followed her into the bathroom.

The bathroom at Yujing Apartment was large, spacious enough for a double bathtub even as an en-suite.

After entering, Ji Sang set down the clothes, then seemed at a loss for what to do next.

She licked her lips and touched the back of her neck.

“Ahem, should I start by running the water?”

Fu Yisi couldn’t help but laugh at her actions.

“Ji Sang, what are you nervous about? It’s just a bath.”

Ji Sang: ….

Just a bath.

She knew it was only a bath alright. But it was a bath that she had to wash for him!

She had never bathed anyone else before!

Ji Sang pursed her lips, bent down to turn on the tap, and set the right temperature.

The sound of water filling the tub echoed throughout the bathroom.

Fu Yisi’s gaze remained intense.

Still brazen.

Ji Sang blinked rapidly a few times.

“What… what should we do next?”

The man took his time.

“What do you think?”

Ji Sang finally mustered the courage to look up and meet Fu Yisi’s eyes.

She opened her mouth but couldn’t utter the words.

Fu Yisi didn’t push her, raised his hand, and said,

“Mrs. Fu, one can’t very well take a bath with clothes on, right?”

Then he looked straight at Ji Sang.

Ji Sang: ….

“Do I… do I also have to help with this?”

“Of course, if you’re going to serve, serve thoroughly.”

Ji Sang: ….

Does he not have hands of his own?

Ji Sang didn’t really want to and stood still without moving. Fu Yisi also kept up the gesture with his hand raised, making no move to do it himself.

After a moment, Fu Yisi raised an eyebrow.

“Is Mrs. Fu planning to deadlock with me? Are you that scared? It’s just taking off clothes, I’m your husband, hmm? What’s there to be shy about.”

Ji Sang: ….

What does he mean ‘it’s just taking off clothes’?