Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 747 - 748 Deep Affection

Chapter 747: Chapter 748 Deep Affection

Shui Qingyue had taken almost half an hour to bathe, her mind a tumult, especially thinking about the potential events that might transpire upon her return; an inexplicable anxiousness gripped her.

Usually when Xiao Yingying and Miao Xuanxuan chatted, they didn’t avoid Shui Qingyue and even occasionally discussed matters of the bedroom.

Shui Qingyue, even if embarrassed the first few times listening, had eventually come to know quite a lot about their bedroom activities over time.

She knew that Song Xiaodong had great stamina, that a woman could hardly cope with him. Miao Xuanxuan always mentioned how exhausting the previous night had been, and she incessantly urged Shui Qingyue to succumb to Song Xiaodong soon to help alleviate some of the pressure.

Now alone by herself, she truly didn’t know if it would be unbearable, if she might not even be able to leave the bed tomorrow.

As her thoughts drifted, time slipped away unintentionally, and then the bathroom door was knocked on.

"Qingyue, why haven’t you finished bathing yet?" Shui Qingyue’s mother called from outside the door.

"Ah, just finishing up now," Shui Qingyue hurriedly responded and then began to dry herself, subsequently slipping on her nightgown and walking out.

"Mom, are you going to take a bath?" Shui Qingyue asked.

Shui Qingyue’s mother looked at her with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Are you nervous?"

Shui Qingyue’s face flushed, but she nodded lightly.

"What’s there to be nervous about? This sort of thing, after the initial pain, becomes very enjoyable thereafter."

Shui Qingyue bit her lip, still flushing, and said, "It’s not that... Brother Dongzi is very strong... when they chat with me, they always say... they can’t handle it."

"That strong?" Shui Qingyue’s mother paused for a moment then burst out laughing. "That’s not a bad thing. I was worried that with the six of you, one man wouldn’t be enough. Bedroom matters are very important for a marital relationship too. If there’s disharmony there, it can lead to troubles later. But it seems I have nothing to worry about."

"Mom..." Shui Qingyue felt even more embarrassed.

"Alright, better head up now."

Shui Qingyue’s mother led Shui Qingyue upstairs, watched her go into her room, then turned back to her own room.

Shui Qingyue entered the room and instinctively locked the door. Whatever would happen, her parents surely shouldn’t hear.

Song Xiaodong lay on the bed, smiling as he watched Shui Qingyue. "You took a really long time to bathe."

Shui Qingyue felt hugely embarrassed, biting her lip as she said, "Well, girls take longer to bathe."

Song Xiaodong said, "I hopped into your bed without asking; you don’t mind, do you?"

"Not at all, not at all," Shui Qingyue replied instinctively, then her cheeks flushed, and her hands, holding a towel, instinctively began to dry her hair.

Song Xiaodong tossed the covers aside and got off the bed. "Do you have a hairdryer here? I can help you dry your hair."

"Yes!" Shui Qingyue walked over to the dressing table, took out a hairdryer from the drawer, and plugged it in.

Song Xiaodong took the hairdryer, turned it on, and skillfully inserted his hand into Shui Qingyue’s hair, lifting it as he used the other hand to direct the warm air through it.

"How’s that, am I doing alright?" Song Xiaodong asked casually.

Song Xiaodong’s natural demeanor made Shui Qingyue relax a bit, and he said, "It seems you’ve often dried their hair."

"That skill wasn’t honed on them but on my sister. When I used to live with my sister, I liked to dry her hair after she showered. It just made me happy to do something for my sister."

"You and Sister Xiaoru seem to share a strong bond; I’ve never met her."

"She’ll be back in a couple of days."

"I wonder if Sister Xiaoru will like me."

"A girl with your personality is exactly what my sister likes the most. She’s just afraid that I might end up with a bad-tempered wife."

"Hmm, seems like no one in the family really has a temper."

"Except Qingqing is a bit on the edge, but that’s only at work where she needs to be authoritative. At home, she’s quite easy to talk to."

As they chatted and dried her hair, Shui Qingyue gradually relaxed, and having a man dry her hair gave her a surprisingly strong sense of happiness.

"All done," Song Xiaodong turned off the hair dryer.

"Ah... it’s done?" Shui Qingyue suddenly tensed up again.

Song Xiaodong gently touched Shui Qingyue’s head and said, "Don’t be nervous, relax; I won’t do anything to you."

"Oh..." Shui Qingyue lowered her head, then silently stood up and went directly to bed, lying down with her back to Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong smiled slightly, switched off the light, and then went to lie down next to Shui Qingyue.

He could hear her erratic breathing, a sign of how nervous the girl was.

Feigning a yawn, Song Xiaodong said, "I’m quite tired today, good night, I’m going to sleep."

When Shui Qingyue heard Song Xiaodong say that, a sudden sense of guilt welled up in her. She turned around, clenched her fists tightly, bit her lip, and stuttered softly, "Brother Dongzi... I... you... I don’t mind."

Song Xiaodong turned his head to look at Shui Qingyue; although the room was dim, he could still see her blushing cheeks and her anxious eyes.

With a slight smile, he said, "Qingyue, I’m glad you feel that way, but I know you’re not truly ready. If I took advantage of you now, it would only leave you with regrets. I hope that one day, you’ll come to me involuntarily, as true lovers do, when love runs deep, everything naturally falls into place."

Shui Qingyue looked at Song Xiaodong, the tension on her face slowly melting away to reveal a sweet smile, and she said, "Brother Dongzi, I really find myself liking you more and more."

Song Xiaodong laughed heartily and said, "That’s good, I think you’re getting cuter by the minute."

Shui Qingyue’s smile grew even brighter and she said, "Then if you give up today’s chance, you never know when you might get another one like it."

"I’m not in a rush, good things are worth the wait. The things that are savored slowly always taste the best when you finally get to enjoy them."

"Stop it, you make me sound like a piece of meat in your mouth!" Shui Qingyue playfully hit Song Xiaodong lightly.

"Yes, you are my piece of meat, and I’m a wolf. If anyone tries to take my meat, I’ll fight them to the death."

With emotions brimming in her eyes, Shui Qingyue bit her lip lightly and said, "Then... then you can hold me while we sleep."