Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 401 - 401 397 Test

401: Chapter 397: Test 401: Chapter 397: Test At night, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun were chatting with Qiao Feixuan in the upstairs living room until about ten o’clock, when Qiao Feixuan decided to take a bath and rest, and Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun also needed to enter the bedroom to bathe and prepare for bed.

They could have taken turns bathing in the bedroom, but feeling guilty, Ye Fan and Li Zhaojun entered the bedroom together.

“You bathe first, I’ll bathe later,” Ye Fan turned on the wall-mounted LCD TV in the bedroom and said to Li Zhaojun.

“Okay,” Li Zhaojun nodded, her pretty face blushing slightly.

Then, Li Zhaojun walked to the wardrobe to find clothes, while Ye Fan dragged a leather stool over to focus on watching TV, to avoid any awkwardness between them.

The wall-mounted LCD TV was hung on the wall at the foot of the large bed, which was comfortable to watch only when sitting or lying on the bed, but Ye Fan dared not casually get on Li Zhaojun’s bed.

After a while, Li Zhaojun was looking for clothes to change into, bundling them up and then quickly walking past Ye Fan, half-concealing them under her arm.

However, Ye Fan, with his keen eyes, didn’t want to look but couldn’t help glancing over, and he saw not only the red silk nightgown but also black.

Gulp—

Ye Fan couldn’t help his throat sliding, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

After Li Zhaojun entered the bathroom, it wasn’t long before Ye Fan heard the sound of water behind him, so he picked up the remote and turned up the TV volume to cover the noise coming from the bathroom.

Even so, he inevitably focused his attention on what was happening behind him from time to time.

About twenty minutes later, Ye Fan heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, and then felt Li Zhaojun’s graceful steps as she approached.

Soon after, a fragrance mixed with the scent of body wash wafted in, and then Li Zhaojun walked up to him.

Ye Fan looked up and saw Li Zhaojun dressed in a bright red silk nightgown, her beauty even more stunning after the bath, making Ye Fan’s blood rush and his gaze intensely hot.

Li Zhaojun naturally noticed the change in Ye Fan, feeling a mixture of shame, joy, and fear, and even her mind went blank for a moment.

“I’ve already drawn the bath for you, you go wash,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she dared not meet Ye Fan’s eyes.

Ye Fan came to his senses, focused on calming himself down, and said, “Okay.”

Then he stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Although Li Zhaojun had filled the bathtub with warm water, Ye Fan chose to shower with cold water from the showerhead to calm himself down.

A few minutes later, when Ye Fan finished bathing and came out, he saw Li Zhaojun sitting on the large bed, her legs together and knees bent as she watched TV.

From behind, her silhouette was incredibly enticing.

Ye Fan took a couple of deep breaths to suppress his impulses, then walked over slowly.

Li Zhaojun heard his footsteps, turned her head, and gave Ye Fan a small smile, asking, “Finished bathing?”

“Mhm,” Ye Fan responded, not daring to look at Li Zhaojun more than necessary, then walked straight to the wardrobe.

He fetched a small key and unlocked the two locked wardrobe doors.

At this moment, Li Zhaojun called out, “Ye Fan.”

Ye Fan couldn’t help but turn to look at Li Zhaojun.

Sitting up straight, Li Zhaojun said, “Let’s chat for a while before we sleep, okay?”

“Okay,” Ye Fan agreed, then turned around and walked back.

It was past ten-thirty, rather early for him to be sleeping.

Li Zhaojun turned down the volume on the television and then shifted her position to sit closer to the inside edge of the bed, her slender and fair legs hanging down.

Ye Fan moved a soft leather stool to sit about two meters away from Li Zhaojun.

Once they were seated, Ye Fan didn’t know what to talk about, so he looked at Li Zhaojun, waiting for her to start the conversation.

Li Zhaojun looked at Ye Fan and said, “Ye Fan, although we’ve been married for several months, we haven’t really had a deep conversation.

Tonight, let’s have a good talk, shall we?”

“Hmm, alright,” Ye Fan nodded.

Li Zhaojun said, “Let’s talk about our childhoods, shall we?”

“This…,” Ye Fan hesitated, as childhood often involved private matters that represented personal starting points.

However, Li Zhaojun didn’t give Ye Fan a chance to refuse and started speaking in a reminiscent tone, “When I was not even three years old, I realized I was missing a father.

When I asked my mother for my father, she said he had gone to a faraway place and would only come back to hold me and take me out if I behaved…”

The two talked face to face for about half an hour, predominantly with Li Zhaojun speaking about her childhood and her entire process of growing up.

Listening to Li Zhaojun, Ye Fan increasingly felt that although she appeared glamorous and high-profile, she actually lived a very tough and lonely life, which stirred his sympathy for her.

Though it was supposed to be a mutual conversation about their childhoods, Li Zhaojun understood that Ye Fan would not easily share his childhood stories, so her real purpose was to let Ye Fan understand her.

Understanding could lead to affection.

At eleven, they stopped chatting and prepared to sleep.

Ye Fan stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the mat and quilt he had hidden there that morning, then laid them neatly on the spotless wooden floor.

As Ye Fan was about to lie down, Li Zhaojun came over and said, “Ye Fan, sleep on the bed.

The floor will be cold on your back.”

“Hehe, don’t worry, I’m strong.

I used to sleep on the ground in the mountains when I was in the military, and it was fine,” Ye Fan waved his hand and refused.

Yet Li Zhaojun insisted, “That was because there was no other choice, the situation is different now.

If you sleep on the floor, I will sleep on the floor too.

I can’t just lie on a warm, cozy bed and watch my husband sleep on a cold floor!”

“This…

Let’s not joke about this, okay?” Ye Fan was slightly at a loss for words.

Li Zhaojun took a deep breath and said, “I understand your reluctance.

But the bed is big enough.

Just because we sit on one bed doesn’t mean we have to touch each other, especially since we have separate quilts.”

Ye Fan looked at the bed, which was indeed large, two meters wide.

Two people could sleep on it without touching each other if they were careful not to move close.

“But, this is not good for you,” Ye Fan still hesitated, worried that if he did get on the bed, he might not be able to control his desires.

Li Zhaojun smiled faintly, shook her head slightly, then stooped in her curvaceous form, picked up Ye Fan’s quilt, walked back to the bed, and spread it out.

Ye Fan could not intervene during this process.

After putting down Ye Fan’s quilt, Li Zhaojun turned to him and said, “I trust that you are not a fussy person.”

After saying this, she moved from the foot of the bed to the other side, got onto the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and then reached out her hand to turn off her bedside lamp.

Seeing Li Zhaojun act this way, Ye Fan thought to himself, “Let it be a test.

If I can’t control myself, then I should continue this marriage.

If I can, that means my feelings for Sister Man are stronger than for her.

It’s time for a clear decision.”

With that, Ye Fan also got into the bed, covered himself with the quilt and then reached out to turn off the bedside light.