Cuffed by my twin sister's CEO lover

Wei Anning clutched the silk pajamas as though holding a hot potato, indecisive whether to throw it away or not. She looked at the butler for help, but he turned a blind eye and left.

She glared at the bathroom door for a long while before she reluctantly walked over. Standing outside the bathroom, hesitating whether to enter or not, she suddenly heard the sound of something shattering inside.

Startled, she didn't have time to think and burst through the door.

The first thing that caught her eye was the shower gel scattered all over the floor. She almost slipped on it but managed to catch herself by grabbing the edge of the bathtub, narrowly avoiding disaster. However, the silk pajamas in her hand were not so lucky, flying straight onto Leng Youchen's head.

Wei Anning was stunned for a moment, watching him pull off the pajamas with a bewildered look on his face. Her heart fluttered irresistibly, and she nearly drooled. Struggling to hide her amusement, she asked, "Are you hurt?"

Leng Youchen gave her a glance, his expression somewhat gloomy and apparently a bit displeased, "Why did you come in? Where's Ande?"

"The butler gave me the pajamas and left. Are you looking for him? I'll go call him then," Wei Anning turned around, ready to leave. As long as she didn't have to scrub his back, she was willing to do anything else.

"Never mind, since we are husband and wife, you will have to take over these tasks sooner or later. Come over and help me bathe," Leng Youchen said with an accustomed command in his voice, oddly intimidating.

Wei Anning struggled desperately, "But, I'm not really good at it!"

"No matter, no one is born with the ability. I'll teach you." Leng Youchen had a face that read 'you can learn if you don't know,' and the more she resisted, the more he wanted to tease her.

"..."

Wei Anning had never bathed a man before, and even the male body was something she hadn't seen before... well, the masked pervert didn't count. She really didn't want to look.

The anatomy of men and women was inherently different, and the thought of touching his body made her blush and her heart race.

"The shower gel is spilled all over, I'll clean it up first to avoid accidents later." In a panic, Wei Anning turned and walked briskly to the shower area, took down the gold shower head, and turned on the tap, rinsing the shower gel off the floor.

The shower gel formed a lot of bubbles. The shower head was too far from the tub area, and some places couldn't be reached at all. This bathroom was about tens of square meters in size, with a dry-wet separation and three different bathtubs for massages and hydrotherapy. Its luxury was comparable to the high-end presidential suite in the Dubai Burj Al Arab Hotel that cost hundreds of thousands per night.

Unable to reach with the shower head, she felt too embarrassed to use the tub's built-in one, so she resorted to filling basins with water to rinse the floor.

After cleaning up the spilled shower gel from the floor, the bathroom was damp. Worried Leng Youchen might fall with his mobility issues, she went to find a dry towel and knelt on the floor to wipe it.

Wei Anning wore a rather conservative nightgown, which she had found after a long search in the grand walk-in closet. The dressing style of Wei Anjing was something she couldn't compliment, especially the nightgowns, which were either deep V-necks, backless, or so short they barely covered the buttocks.

With her back to Leng Youchen, from his angle, he could just make out her seductive back and lace underwear, a sight that electrified him, nearly making him nosebleed.

This woman, she must be doing this to tempt him, right?

Completely oblivious, Wei Anning focused all her attention on battling the water stains on the floor. One hand braced against the floor while the other pressed the towel back and forth wiping the ground, her body moving forwards and backwards with her arms as if fitted with a small motor.

Leng Youchen, unable to bear it, got a nosebleed right then and there.