Chapter 97 — Are You Sick in the Head?
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Yang Ce, however, had fairly quick reflexes. Xia Xue had only caught a fleeting glimpse before he wrapped the bath towel around himself. It seemed the killer's training was good for something after all, ready for any emergency.
Yang Ce glared at her and cursed in a fury: "Don't you know how to knock? This is sexual harassment, you know that?"
"Yang Ce—" Xia Xue had not even heard what he was saying. Her eyes were misty and unfocused, and murmuring his name unconsciously in a soft, coquettish voice, she swayed toward him. "Damn, what are you doing?" Yang Ce was startled, staring dumbfounded at her movements.
"I—I—hug—I—I—" Xia Xue was stumbling over her words. Though in her heart she knew her behavior was utterly improper, her body was completely beyond her control. She had meant to come to the bathroom to clear her head, but never expected to see Yang Ce standing there bathing, naked. Xia Xue's mind went blank on the spot, and the fire in her body burned even fiercer. Now she actually had the urge to do with him those things they did on TV. "Are you sick in the head?" Yang Ce was now fully clear-headed—otherwise he might truly have failed to resist the temptation before him. Yang Ce shook his head. This Xia Xue had clearly watched too much passionate TV and lost her mind to it.
"I—I'm so hot—I can't take it—" Xia Xue said as she began to strip off her clothes. The room was already hot, and she had taken off her outer layer during dinner earlier; now she wore only a cashmere shirt beneath, which she pulled off with ease, revealing the camisole underneath. Yang Ce watched with a stir of desire. Damn it, wasn't this Xia Xue seducing him into doing something wrong? Looking at the curves of her upper body, Yang Ce truly wanted to push her down right then and there.
But for now, reason still held sway over impulse in Yang Ce. After long, grueling training, his willpower was far stronger than it had once been, and he would not be easily swayed by temptation.
"All right, enough fooling around!" Yang Ce shouted at Xia Xue, suppressing the urge within, hoping to frighten her off.
"I'm dying of heat—" Xia Xue, oblivious, was not moved in the least by his shout. She continued tearing at her clothes, then suddenly seized Yang Ce's right hand and pressed it to her chest. It was a purely instinctive act—she had seen the heroine in the TV show do exactly this a moment ago, and subconsciously she made the same movement. Yang Ce was horrified, a jolt running through his whole body, yet the fullness and softness in his hand made him reluctant to pull away. Though Yang Ce had tried hard to control his emotions, he truly could not withstand the temptation before his eyes. A little touch shouldn't matter, right? This was Xia Xue's own doing; it had nothing to do with him. But Xia Xue was still unsatisfied, and reached out to grab the towel around his waist.
Yang Ce was just enjoying himself immensely when he suddenly felt a chill below—the towel had been yanked off by Xia Xue and fallen to the floor.
"Ah!" Xia Xue gave a soft cry and reached out to grab further. Though Yang Ce too was burning with desire, driven by Xia Xue, one thought alone filled his mind now: he absolutely must not push Xia Xue down. If he did, disaster would follow. Chen Fei's subordinate—was she someone to be pushed down so easily?
Good heavens above, if he did not stop Xia Xue now, it would really be the end of him.
At that thought, Yang Ce could no longer linger over the feel of his hand. He seized Xia Xue by the collar, dragged her into the shower stall, turned the shower to cold, and aimed the showerhead at her. "Ah—ah—achoo!" Xia Xue was drenched by the cold water and sneezed.
"Yang Ce, what are you doing?" Xia Xue cried out in alarm. "Cold—it's freezing!"
Yang Ce paid no heed, keeping his hand on Xia Xue's head and holding her under the icy stream.