81: Get out!

Time seemed to stand still.

Han Qing's eyes instantly widened.

The expression on her face shifted from pain to shock, then from shock to shame and indignation.

She let out a scream, instinctively covering her chest with both hands.

"Out! Get out!"

Her voice trembled.

But that covering gesture was utterly useless.

The bathroom light was bright enough, and the steam couldn't completely obscure the view.

Qin Lin saw—he saw everything.

Every curve of her body, every inch of her skin.

All the places he could only touch in the darkness last night.

Now lay clearly before his eyes.

The fullness of a mature woman, the slenderness of her waist, the roundness of her hips, and her long, straight legs... it was even more breathtaking than what he had felt in the darkness last night.

Qin Lin's breath caught.

"I told you to get out!"

Han Qing was both ashamed and furious, her voice choked with tears.

Only then did Qin Lin snap back to reality and quickly turn around.

"I'm sorry, I heard the System prompt that you might have fallen, so..."

"I'm fine! Get out!"

Han Qing's voice was already choked with sobs.

Qin Lin dared not linger any longer and reached out to pull the door.

But just then, a muffled cry of pain came from behind him.

He turned his head and saw Han Qing trying to stand up again, but her foot slipped, and she fell back down.

Her ankle had clearly twisted, and her face instantly turned pale.

"Don't move!"

Qin Lin rushed over, no longer caring about propriety, and reached out to support her.

His hand touched her bare shoulder.

Her skin was warm, wet, and slippery; the sensation sent a tremor through his heart.

Han Qing's body stiffened, but she didn't push him away again.

She knew she couldn't stand up on her own.

The pain in her ankle and the soreness in her body left her without strength.

"This is all your fault."

"Help me... up."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

Qin Lin took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus.

He put one arm around her shoulder and the other under her knees, lifting her entire body into his arms.

This action brought their bodies into close contact.

Han Qing's naked body rested completely against his chest.

Her softness pressed against his chest, her legs against his arm, her breath brushing his neck.

Qin Lin could feel every curve of her body.

He could smell the scent of her body mixed with the fragrance of the shower gel.

He could hear her rapid heartbeat.

His own heart was beating just as fast.

"Put... put me down..."

Han Qing struggled slightly, but it was feeble.

"Don't move."

"Your foot can't take any more injury."

He carried her out of the shower area, walked to the sauna massage area, and carefully placed her on the bed.

Han Qing lay there, arms crossed over her chest, curling up in an attempt to cover herself.

Her face was flushed red, and she didn't dare look at Qin Lin.

Drops of water hung from her eyelashes—whether they were from the shower or tears was unclear.

Qin Lin took a towel from the rack and handed it to her.

Han Qing quickly took it and wrapped it around herself.

But the towel wasn't large, only covering the main areas.

Her shoulders, arms, and most of her legs were still exposed.

They glistened with a moist sheen under the light.

"How's your foot?"

Qin Lin bent down, wanting to check her ankle.

"Don't touch me!"

Han Qing reflexively pulled her foot back.

Qin Lin's hand stopped in mid-air.

The two fell into an awkward silence once more.

Only the sound of water dripping from their hair and their rapid breathing filled the air.

After a long time, Han Qing spoke first, her voice very soft.

"You... turn around."

Qin Lin complied, turning his back to her.

Rustling sounds came from behind him as Han Qing dried herself with the towel.

The sounds made Qin Lin's imagination even more active.

He could picture the towel moving over her skin... Stop!

Qin Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A few minutes later, Han Qing said, "Okay."

Qin Lin turned around.

She had already wrapped herself securely in the towel.

Although the outline of her body was still visible, at least she was no longer naked.

Her hair was still dripping, her face still very red, but her expression had calmed somewhat.

"Can you get back to your room on your own?" Qin Lin asked.

Han Qing tried to stand up, but her ankle hurt, and she sat back down.

"I'll help you." Qin Lin extended his hand.

Han Qing looked at him, her gaze complex.

In the end, she still placed her hand in his.

Qin Lin helped her stand up, letting one of her arms rest on his shoulder while his other arm wrapped around her waist.

The two slowly walked out of the bathroom.

The hallway was quiet, the doors to the other rooms were all closed.

Everyone was probably asleep; no one saw this scene.

But Qin Lin's heart was still beating fast.

He could feel the warmth and softness of Han Qing's body, could smell the fresh scent of her after her shower.

Even through the towel, that sensation remained clear.

When they reached the door of room 003, Han Qing stopped.

"I'll go in myself," she said.

This scene absolutely couldn't be seen by her daughter.

Qin Lin released his hold.

Han Qing leaned against the doorframe, slowly pushing the door open.

Inside the room, Han Yurou was already asleep, breathing evenly.

She glanced back at Qin Lin.

That look held many things:

Shame, anger, embarrassment.

And a trace of... softness that even she herself was unwilling to acknowledge.

"Thank you."

She said softly, then entered the room and closed the door.

Qin Lin stood outside the door for a long time, not leaving.

He raised his hand, looking at his palm.

It seemed to still retain the sensation of her skin.

Warm, wet, slippery, impossibly soft.

That scene just now would be a picture he would never forget in his lifetime.

He returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

His mind was filled with images of Han Qing.

The panic when she fell on the bathroom floor, the shame and indignation when she covered herself with her hands.

The stiffness when he picked her up, and that final complex look... a certain part of his body was stirring restlessly.

Qin Lin smiled bitterly.

Great, now he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

He got up and went to room 002.

Lin Wanwan wasn't asleep yet; she was leaning against the headboard reading a book.

Seeing Qin Lin enter, she blushed slightly and put down the book.

"What took so long?" she asked softly.

"Something came up."

Qin Lin said vaguely, lying down beside her.

Lin Wanwan naturally leaned over, nestling into his embrace.

Her body was soft and warm, carrying the fresh scent of her after-shower.

But Qin Lin still couldn't shake the image of Han Qing from his mind.

He held Lin Wanwan tighter, trying to use the warmth of her delicate body to dispel those improper thoughts.