Chapter 97 — Are You Sick in the Head?

Yang Ce, however, had fairly quick reflexes. Xia Xue had only caught a fleeting glimpse before he wrapped the bath towel around himself. It seemed the killer's training was good for something after all, ready for any emergency.

Yang Ce glared at her and cursed in a fury: "Don't you know how to knock? This is sexual harassment, you know that?"

"Yang Ce—" Xia Xue had not even heard what he was saying. Her eyes were misty and unfocused, and murmuring his name unconsciously in a soft, coquettish voice, she swayed toward him. "Damn, what are you doing?" Yang Ce was startled, staring dumbfounded at her movements.

"I—I—hug—I—I—" Xia Xue was stumbling over her words. Though in her heart she knew her behavior was utterly improper, her body was completely beyond her control. She had meant to come to the bathroom to clear her head, but never expected to see Yang Ce standing there bathing, naked. Xia Xue's mind went blank on the spot, and the fire in her body burned even fiercer. Now she actually had the urge to do with him those things they did on TV. "Are you sick in the head?" Yang Ce was now fully clear-headed—otherwise he might truly have failed to resist the temptation before him. Yang Ce shook his head. This Xia Xue had clearly watched too much passionate TV and lost her mind to it.

"I—I'm so hot—I can't take it—" Xia Xue said as she began to strip off her clothes. The room was already hot, and she had taken off her outer layer during dinner earlier; now she wore only a cashmere shirt beneath, which she pulled off with ease, revealing the camisole underneath. Yang Ce watched with a stir of desire. Damn it, wasn't this Xia Xue seducing him into doing something wrong? Looking at the curves of her upper body, Yang Ce truly wanted to push her down right then and there.

But for now, reason still held sway over impulse in Yang Ce. After long, grueling training, his willpower was far stronger than it had once been, and he would not be easily swayed by temptation.

"All right, enough fooling around!" Yang Ce shouted at Xia Xue, suppressing the urge within, hoping to frighten her off.

"I'm dying of heat—" Xia Xue, oblivious, was not moved in the least by his shout. She continued tearing at her clothes, then suddenly seized Yang Ce's right hand and pressed it to her chest. It was a purely instinctive act—she had seen the heroine in the TV show do exactly this a moment ago, and subconsciously she made the same movement. Yang Ce was horrified, a jolt running through his whole body, yet the fullness and softness in his hand made him reluctant to pull away. Though Yang Ce had tried hard to control his emotions, he truly could not withstand the temptation before his eyes. A little touch shouldn't matter, right? This was Xia Xue's own doing; it had nothing to do with him. But Xia Xue was still unsatisfied, and reached out to grab the towel around his waist.

Yang Ce was just enjoying himself immensely when he suddenly felt a chill below—the towel had been yanked off by Xia Xue and fallen to the floor.

"Ah!" Xia Xue gave a soft cry and reached out to grab further. Though Yang Ce too was burning with desire, driven by Xia Xue, one thought alone filled his mind now: he absolutely must not push Xia Xue down. If he did, disaster would follow. Chen Fei's subordinate—was she someone to be pushed down so easily?

Good heavens above, if he did not stop Xia Xue now, it would really be the end of him.

At that thought, Yang Ce could no longer linger over the feel of his hand. He seized Xia Xue by the collar, dragged her into the shower stall, turned the shower to cold, and aimed the showerhead at her. "Ah—ah—achoo!" Xia Xue was drenched by the cold water and sneezed.

"Yang Ce, what are you doing?" Xia Xue cried out in alarm. "Cold—it's freezing!"

Yang Ce paid no heed, keeping his hand on Xia Xue's head and holding her under the icy stream.

"Let me go, Yang Ce! I'll kill you! Are you trying to freeze me to death?" Xia Xue seemed fully awake now, her usual fiery temper restored.

Only then did Yang Ce breathe a sigh of relief and let her go, silently counting his blessings.

"Ah!" Xia Xue looked up and saw Yang Ce's naked body. She suddenly cried out in alarm: "You—what are you doing?"

"What do you mean, what am I doing?" Yang Ce was baffled by her.

"Why are you naked? What do you want?" Xia Xue stared at Yang Ce, her face red.

"Why am I naked? You did this to me!" Yang Ce was choked with anger. "Silly girl, don't tell me you've lost your memory. What do I want with you? Are you kidding? It's what you want with me!"

Scolded by Yang Ce, Xia Xue sobered up at once. She had not been entirely unconscious earlier, and now everything she had just done flooded back before her eyes. Overcome with shame, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Ce again. To think she had just acted so wantonly toward Yang Ce—how humiliating! At the thought, Xia Xue wished she could find a crack in the floor and crawl into it.

Though Yang Ce was quite exasperated with Xia Xue, he had after all felt lust himself just now and taken a little advantage of her. He could hardly say more. Besides, he was wearing nothing at all, and staying in the shower stall with Xia Xue like this was hardly proper either. So he sighed and said: "Forget it. I'll let this harassment of yours slide. I spanked you before, and now you—well, let's call it even."

"Oh." Xia Xue nodded mechanically. Though she felt unconvinced, she could find no grounds to argue. Still, she could not help feeling Yang Ce had gotten the better of it—he was a grown man, what did he have to lose? It was as though she had done something terrible to him.

While Xia Xue was still trying to make sense of it all, Yang Ce quickly slipped out of the shower stall. He wanted no more entanglement with Xia Xue now.

Now it was Xia Xue in the role Yang Ce had played moments before—hiding in the bathroom, too ashamed to face him. Yang Ce glanced at the top-grade blockbuster still playing in the living room, cursed it silently as shameless, and, recalling his own strange behavior after drinking, began to sense something vaguely.

Could Wang Lin be trying to do him harm again? The xxx policewoman—hah, this time Wang Lin was even more devious than last time. Thank goodness his self-control was strong; otherwise he would truly have fallen into his trap.

Could Wang Lin already be here? Yang Ce looked up toward the surveillance room and, sure enough, saw Wang Lin sitting beside Huang Shu with a sinister look, listening intently to the sounds from his room.

Yang Ce decided not to keep up the act any longer. It was time for the final reckoning, wasn't it? Since the man himself had arrived, there was no need for him to stay here any longer.

It was time. Yang Ce kicked the LCD television on the wall with a sudden, violent blow, smashing it, then picked up a can of beer from the floor and hurled it at the listening device.

With a loud "bang," the listening device was destroyed. At the same moment, in the surveillance room, Wang Lin clapped his hands over his ears with a shriek, nearly deafened by Yang Ce.

"What's going on?" Wang Lin rubbed his ringing eardrums and cursed furiously. "What the hell was that?"

"It seems Yang Ce destroyed the listening device," Huang Shu explained.

"Damn it, don't tell me those two have already gotten down to it and knocked the bug over by accident?" Wang Lin did his best to think the worst.

"It's possible—very possible," Huang Shu agreed.

"Send someone to check," Wang Lin ordered.

"Yes, sir." Huang Shu was just about to call for someone when the door of the surveillance room was pushed open.

Wang Pu walked in, dragging Zhou Yanning with him.

"President Wang."

"Jiajia."

Huang Shu and Wang Lin spoke at the same time.