Chapter 144: The Towel She Used

“Come here.” His voice rang out.

Lin Nanxun rose from her chair, curious, and trotted after him.

“Where are you going?” she asked, trailing behind him with a hint of puzzlement.

“To wash my hands,” the man replied coldly.

By then, he had already stepped into the restroom and approached the sink.

Lin Nanxun halted, instinctively glancing at her own clean hands.

“You naughty one, I’ve already washed my hands,” she whispered a reminder.

Her hands were indeed clean; earlier, she had washed them after having some dim sum in the tea restaurant.

“Then wash them again,” Shen Hanzhi turned his gaze toward her, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

“Oh…” Lin Nanxun paused, then obediently nodded. She came to his side, rolled up her sleeves, turned on the faucet, rinsed her hands briefly, and pulled them back.

“All done,” she said, looking down at her clean palms with satisfaction.

All done?

Hearing this, Shen Hanzhi frowned. Could that really be called washing hands?

At best, it was just rinsing with water.

With that thought, he raised his hands, unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves higher, and spoke to her with a serious expression.

“Give me your hands.”

As his voice fell, Lin Nanxun looked up at his stern, handsome face and obediently extended her hands.

Shen Hanzhi squeezed some hand soap into his palm, then took hold of her hands and began washing them.

His movements were initially a bit clumsy, revealing a hint of unfamiliarity and roughness.

Only when he felt those small hands, far softer than his own rough ones, did his brow furrow.

Her palms were tender—so soft that even a slightly sharp leaf could cut her.

At that thought, the expression on Shen Hanzhi’s handsome face shifted, and his touch involuntarily softened.

…

Lin Nanxun stood quietly, watching as his large hands enveloped hers, her mind wandering.

The villain’s hands were big, giving a strong sense of security.

A sudden warmth of contentment blossomed in her heart…

The villain who washed her hands made her feel very warm…

Only when her hands were covered in foamy soap did Shen Hanzhi turn on the faucet and rinse them clean.

“President Shen, here’s a towel…” a staff member nearby handed him a clean towel.

Shen Hanzhi took it but didn’t dry his own hands. Instead, he wrapped her hands in the towel and began wiping them with no particular method.

Though his movements weren’t gentle, Lin Nanxun found it surprisingly comfortable. She obediently extended her hands and let him dry them.

Though not tender, Shen Hanzhi’s wiping missed no spot, drying them thoroughly.

Satisfied upon seeing her clean hands, he took back the towel.

The staff member quickly offered another clean towel.

“President Shen—”

But Shen Hanzhi paid no heed. Habitually, he took the towel he had just used to dry the girl’s hands and casually wiped his own.

On his handsome face, there was no hint of disdain; his expression was calm, and the action natural. He didn’t find it strange to use a towel the girl had just touched.