Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 9 – Captain Zhou Ming

The kitchen was quickly tidied up.

Lin Fan took a spare set of quilt and pillow from the master bedroom’s closet and tossed them onto the sofa.

“Ming-ge, thank you for your hard work today. I’m sorry to make you sleep on the sofa tonight,” she said softly, her voice gentle.

“It’s no trouble, no trouble at all!”

Zhou Ming practically jumped up, waving his hands repeatedly in a flattered daze.

“As long as I can be with you, I’d even be willing to sleep on the floor!”

A cold sneer surfaced in Lin Fan’s heart.

The floor?

You’ll have plenty of opportunities to sleep on the floor in the future.

Her face still wore a perfect expression of gratitude and shyness. She nodded lightly and turned to walk back to the master bedroom.

Time for a shower.

Lin Fan opened Liu Ruyan’s closet and began searching for pajamas.

She had already gone through the everyday clothes in the closet during the day, but the sleepwear made him frown.

Row after row, they were all sexy, silk slip dresses.

Black, red, white.

Lace, cutouts, thin as a cicada’s wing.

This woman truly treated her body as her greatest weapon.

Lin Fan rummaged through the drawers again and finally found a few styles that looked more conservative.

But when she took them out, they were all thick velvet or coral fleece.

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Autumn and winter styles.

It was early September, and the nights in Hangcheng were still muggy, with the temperature at least thirty degrees Celsius.

Sleeping in this, she’d probably break out in a heat rash.

She had no choice.

Lin Fan finally picked the most “conservative” option from the row of sexy sleepwear.

A knee-length, purple silk nightgown.

Although it was also a slip dress, at least it was long enough, unlike the others, which were made of pitifully little fabric.

With her change of clothes ready, Lin Fan walked into the bathroom.

Click.

She casually locked the door behind her.

One could never fully trust anyone. Even with a dog that had already been tamed, one must maintain absolute vigilance.

In front of the mirror, she began to take off the sportswear that was already soaked with sweat.

Lin Fan carefully examined the figure in the mirror.

She was campus belle-level anywhere you put her.

Due to the high-intensity moving work, her skin was currently covered in a thin layer of sweat, glistening under the light.

“What a vixen.”

Lin Fan muttered to herself.

This was merely an ordinary-grade skin in the system’s evaluation. Above it were excellent, outstanding, perfect, and even mythic grades.

Lin Fan couldn’t imagine just how powerful a perfect-grade skin would be.

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Her gaze moved upward, landing on the long, curly hair that was damp with sweat and stuck to her neck.

What a pain.

Lin Fan frowned.

In the apocalypse, long hair was an absolute liability.

It was difficult to wash, wasting precious water resources.

Moreover, long hair didn’t dry easily. Walking around with it damp could easily lead to a cold and fever.

In an apocalypse without stable medical care, a minor cold was a thousand times more troublesome than in times of peace.

She pulled open the drawer of the vanity and rummaged inside, quickly finding a pair of scissors.

The ones Liu Ruyan usually used to trim her bangs.

Lin Fan picked up the scissors, aimed them at the waist-length hair in the mirror, and with a swift motion, brought them down.

Snip, snip…

Strands of beautiful brown curls drifted to the floor.

Soon, the originally waist-length hair had been trimmed to shoulder length.

A head of neat, short, curly hair.

The woman in the mirror had lost some of her seductive charm, but a heroic and valiant aura had been added to her original allure.

Her charm hadn’t diminished at all; instead, it possessed an even more unique attraction.

Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

This was much more refreshing.

She cleaned up the cut hair on the floor, then turned on the showerhead.

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To those who say my Ruyan doesn’t look good with short hair, if it were really you, you’d probably be desperate to shove your QQ number in there!!

Warm water cascaded down from above, washing away the body’s fatigue and stickiness.

The miraculous nature of the Skin System was on full display at this moment.

She was clearly just wearing this skin.

But all her senses were terrifyingly real.

The sensation of water flowing over the skin.

The lather worked up by the shampoo.

The fragrant scent of the body wash.

Everything indicated that this body was already inseparable from her.

This system was simply a miracle.

Lin Fan marveled inwardly as she washed.

After thoroughly cleaning every inch of her skin, she turned off the shower and dried her body with a bath towel.

She changed into the purple silk nightgown and a pair of cotton underwear.

When she walked out of the bathroom, Zhou Ming was sitting bolt upright on the sofa. His phone screen was lit, but his eyes were darting straight in her direction.

Seeing Lin Fan emerge, his breath caught in his throat.

The purple silk fabric clung perfectly to the exquisite curves of her freshly bathed body.

The damp ends of her hair were still dripping, the water tracing a path down her slender neck and disappearing into the deep hollow of her collarbones.

“Ming-ge, I’m done showering. You should get some rest soon, too,” Lin Fan said softly, ignoring his scorching gaze.

“Goodnight.”

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With that, she walked straight back to the master bedroom, closed the door, and locked it again.

“Good… goodnight.”

Zhou Ming stared blankly at the closed door, only coming back to his senses after a long while.

The air still held the lingering scent of the goddess after her bath, a mixture of water vapor and fragrance.

He also noticed that Ruyan’s hair had been cut short, making her look even more dashingly heroic.

That night, Zhou Ming was sleepless.

In the darkness, he lay on the soft sofa, tossing and turning.

His mind was filled with Liu Ruyan’s image.

The perky curves when she wore the yoga pants.

The tantalizing allure of her figure, half-hidden in the silk nightgown.

Every image was infinitely magnified, replaying in his mind and searing his nerves.

He felt like he was going crazy.

“Hah…”

He rolled over heavily, trying to suppress his inner turmoil with physical exhaustion.

Suddenly, the tip of his foot accidentally kicked something soft.

What was that?

Zhou Ming sat up in confusion. Using the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he reached toward the corner of the sofa.

It was the pair of sweat-scented socks that Ruyan had casually tossed aside during the day.