Chapter 8: Chapter 008: Submission on the Mental Level Chapter 8: Chapter 008: Submission on the Mental Level “Hmm?” Fu Xing raised an eyebrow, a rare hint of discomfort appearing on his handsome face.
“You just got back and changed into your pajamas; you must be thinking of taking a comfortable hot bath, right? I’ve heard that staying on the starship for a long time can be quite strenuous…”
Gradually, Lin Fu became less tense, and her eyes, shimmering with water, held a hint of an indescribable seduction, causing the usually cold and ruthless Major General to furrow his brows tighter.
Fu Xing glanced down at the Light Computer on his wrist, where his heartbeat was ceaselessly rising, making his expression even more controlled and rigid.
“I’m done now, and I’m giving the bathroom over to you. I’ve already drawn the bathwater for you; you can go in for a soak now.”
Lin Fu clapped her hands nonchalantly and walked barefoot up to Fu Xing, her petite and delicate body emitting a tempting fragrance that made the seemingly gaunt yet actually powerful body of the man slowly stiffen.
This was an unfamiliar emotion for Fu Xing.
Lin Fu cocked her head and gave him a look, her heart fluttering as the devastatingly handsome face of the man came into view.
“All right, go and take your bath!”
Fu Xing walked composedly towards the bathroom.
“Do you want me to help you scrub?”
“Hmm?” Fu Xing’s deep and sexy voice rose slightly, hooking one’s senses.
Lin Fu, considering that interstellar people might not know what scrubbing was, vividly mimed the action on Fu Xing’s back.
The man’s skin, cold like jade, subtly gained a flush of color.
Lin Fu sighed in disappointment but persisted, “Then let me get your clothes! Hand you the towel, soap, and such?”
Fu Xing clenched his fists secretly; his little wife was too proactive.
“There’s the housekeeper robot,” he said, barely managing his patience.
“That won’t do,” Lin Fu quickly waved her hands. “How can we let someone see you undressed? Absolutely not.” The thought of her setting the housekeeper robot to a sweet loli voice earlier felt like she had drunk a whole bottle of vinegar.
She would have to change it back tomorrow.
Fu Xing walked into the bathroom but suddenly stopped, and Lin Fu, following behind, didn’t notice and bumped into him, her nose souring from the pain. As she was trying to stand properly, the man in front suddenly turned around, and in a freak accident, she slipped and fell right into his embrace.
Falling down was intentional, but she had forgotten she was wearing a silky, loose robe, which somehow loosened during the fall and slid off her snow-white shoulders.
Sliding all the way down to her waist.
Her slippery, stunningly beautiful shoulders, the pretty clavicle, and the breathtaking slender waist… were now fully exposed to the man’s gaze.
The man’s long hands were on her waist, and what was fatal was that Lin Fu was tightly pressed into his embrace, only a thin layer of clothing between them.
That touch of enthralling softness…
The man, who had been trying to keep his composure, lost control completely. His heavy breathing and the strength that nearly crushed her, pressing deep into her bones, left Lin Fu’s brain oxygen-deprived, weakly collapsing into his embrace.
What disconcerted Lin Fu even more was the mental suppression and submission.
At that moment, her S-grade spiritual power was as weak as a child’s, unable to muster any resistance, her heart only desiring to submit to this powerful man.
What level was his spiritual power exactly?
“You shouldn’t have provoked me,” the man finally suppressed his body’s urges, his voice cold yet compelling.
“Now, you don’t have a chance to say no.”
The man’s long, slightly cool fingers gently picked up Lin Fu’s robe, helping her put it back on.
Only then did the mental suppression slowly fade, but her body still felt limp, powerless to do anything but lean into his broad embrace, her soft cheek rubbing against the man’s hard chest.
“Why do I feel this way?”
Fu Xing’s lips curled up with a hint of mockery. “How so?”
“Why would my spiritual power want to submit to you? Why isn’t my body responding? Why do I have no strength?” She propped her chin against his chest, looking up at him with a pitiful plea.
Fu Xing paused, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes.
“Your spiritual power wants to submit to me because it’s at a lower level than mine. As for your body having no strength…” The man’s handsome brows creased slightly, “I don’t know.”
Strange, he actually encountered a question he didn’t know the answer to.
“I don’t know either.”
The two faced each other, at a loss.