novelraw Chapter 74 Taming the Goddess
Chapter 74 Taming the Goddess
It's not a question, it's a statement, even with a commanding tone.
Xu Yueqing paused for a moment, then softly hummed in agreement.
She turned and left the room, her steps unsteady.
The air conditioning in the corridor cooled her burning cheeks a little. She subconsciously walked towards the public bathroom, but after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped.
She looked toward Zhou Lingyan's master bedroom.
Then he walked over and gently pushed open the door to Zhou Lingyan's master bedroom.
There was no one in the room; Zhou Lingyan was on a film set thousands of miles away.
The bathroom was large, with a floor-standing bathtub, a separate shower, and the vanity was covered with bottles and jars. The air was filled with the scent of Zhou Lingyan's favorite shower gel—a scent she used to get used to when she and Zhou Lingyan were best friends, but after they fell out, the smell annoyed her.
Now, Xu Yueqing stood in this bathroom and suddenly curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
She slowly took off her clothes, turned on the shower, and the hot water poured down, washing away her fatigue.
Use Zhou Lingyan's shampoo.
Use Zhou Lingyan's shower gel.
I also used Zhou Lingyan's bath towel.
We used to be so close that we'd share a skirt and underwear, but now we just share a bath towel.
Xu Yueqing dried her hair and looked at her flushed face in the mirror.
If Zhou Lingyan comes back and finds out that she or Bei Weiwei used her bathroom, will he explode?
meeting!
Will she know that it was her who used it?
Xu Yueqing didn't care whether she knew or not.
Xu Yueqing even hoped that she would know.
When Zhou Lingyan posted those two suggestive photos, did he consider her feelings?
No!
When Bei Weiwei announced that she made breakfast for her boyfriend, did she think about his feelings?
nor!
So, why is she using Zhou Lingyan's bathroom now?
After taking a shower, Xu Yueqing put her clothes back on.
She didn't have any clean clothes to change into, so she couldn't just go out wrapped in a bath towel.
As a goddess, one should still maintain a certain level of reserve.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Xu Yueqing went out, gently closed Zhou Lingyan's door, and like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish, she walked back to Chen Bo's room with soft steps.
Chen Bo was still sitting on the edge of the bed.
He looked up at her as she came in.
Xu Yueqing stood at the door, her face flushed, her hair wrapped in a round ball with a hair drying cap, looking refreshing, pure, and a little aloof.
She had just finished showering, and her skin had a healthy pinkish glow, while her lips were exceptionally red from the steam of the hot water.
She was wearing the same clothes she had come in, yet she inexplicably exuded a languid softness, as if she had just stepped out of a bath.
"Come sit down." Chen Bo patted the seat next to him.
Xu Yueqing obediently walked over and sat down next to him.
She didn't deliberately keep her distance like before, nor did she pretend to be reserved as she sat down on the sofa.
She was right beside him, so close that Chen Bo could smell a familiar scent on her, yet it wasn't the one she usually wore.
Chen Bo raised an eyebrow: "You went to Zhou Lingyan's bathroom to shower?"
Xu Yueqing's face turned even redder. She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and said, "I... I couldn't find where the guest bath is."
lie.
Chen Bo didn't expose her.
Bei Weiwei said that the three best friends had a fight in the group chat, and she wasn't lying to him.
Chen Bo smiled and turned his phone screen towards her.
Xu Yueqing looked at the screen, and then—
Her breath caught for a moment.
There is a photograph on the screen.
To be precise, it was a photograph she had never seen before and was unaware of.
In the photo, she is facing away from the camera, a thin silk blanket is haphazardly piled around her waist, revealing a large expanse of her smooth back and rounded breasts...
Her face was turned to the side, buried in the pillow, and only a small part of her flushed cheeks and tightly closed eyes could be seen.
The scene is beautiful.
It has a high artistic element.
So high that even she, the person directly involved, felt her heart skip a beat just by looking at it.
"This..." Xu Yueqing's voice trembled slightly, "When did you take this picture?"
"When the flowers bloom for the third time," Chen Bo said calmly, "weren't you dizzy and your eyes still closed?"
"Chen Bo!" Xu Yueqing exclaimed, both embarrassed and angry, "How could you... Delete it now!"
Chen Bo didn't move.
He looked at her, a slightly mischievous smile playing on his lips—a smile that Xu Yueqing was becoming increasingly familiar with.
"Delete it?" he said slowly. "This is a piece of art that I treasure."
"What kind of artwork is this!" Xu Yueqing reached for the phone. "Delete it now!"
Chen Bo held his phone up high and gently pressed his other hand on her shoulder.
He didn't use any force, but Xu Yueqing was as if she had been paralyzed, unable to move.
She looked up and met Chen Bo's eyes.
His gaze was calm, without mockery or threat, simply looking at her with an unwavering certainty that was impossible to resist.
"Yueqing," Chen Bo said in a low voice, "you just said you could wait."
Xu Yueqing bit her lip and remained silent.
"You also said that you love me and want to win me back."
Xu Yueqing's tears began to well up in her eyes again.
"But," Chen Bo paused, "you won't even give me the artistic photos of you that I cherish. What makes you think you can win me back?"
Xu Yueqing was stunned.
Chen Bo released his hand from her shoulder and put the phone back on his lap.
The screen was still lit, and the photo was displayed so clearly between the two of them.
"I won't delete it," he said. "It's not because I want to threaten you, nor because I want to keep something against you, it's just that it's really too good to delete."
His voice softened a bit: "Besides, I took this picture."
Xu Yueqing's tears finally fell.
It's not because I feel wronged, it's because...
happy!
This man, despite doing the most forceful things and saying the most unreasonable things, she felt...
Peace of mind.
Very reassuring.
He was no longer like before, doing whatever she said and giving her whatever she wanted.
He had his own ideas, his own thoughts, and his own principles.
He wouldn't compromise just because she was unhappy, nor would he soften his heart just because she shed tears.
He was no longer the Chen Bo who looked up to her, fawned over her, and worshipped her like a god.
He is a person.
A person who can take photos, write songs, cook, and utterly dominate her.
A person she hated with a passion, yet loved with a tender heart.
Xu Yueqing sniffed but didn't say anything.
Chen Bo showed him another picture: "Let's see how you do!"
Xu Yueqing blushed and slowly slid off the edge of the bed.
She knelt between Chen Bo's legs.
Chen Bo looked down at her.
From this angle, he could see her wet eyelashes, her bright red ear tips, and a strand of wet hair that had secretly slipped out from the edge of her shower cap, clinging to her slender neck.
She was very humble.
It was so low that Chen Bo was reminded of how the original owner of the body had looked in front of her.
Now, she is like a cat willingly submitting to its master—not out of fear, not out of helplessness, but because she likes it.
She liked being controlled by him.
She liked that he didn't ask for her opinion.
She liked it when he made decisions for her.
I like his assertive, domineering, and unreasonable nature.
Because she doesn't have to think about anything, she just needs to listen to him.
This is the kind of relationship she wants.
Chen Bo reached out and gently removed the hair drying cap from her head.
Her slightly damp long hair fell down, draped over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully clinging to her cheeks.
He used his fingertips to help her push it aside.