I wanted to escape. My heart was beating fast, and my cheeks felt a bit flushed. However, I couldn''t
get away from Steven''s embrace. He had me trapped with his shirt.
"Stephie, you''re blushing," Steven said softly, as if he had just discovered something wonderful.
"Stephie, you should feel your pulse now."
I stared at him nkly and asked, "Why should I?"
"You once told me that if you liked someone, your sympathetic nervous system would get excited.
This means that there''ll be an increase in hormone secretion, followed by the transmission of
dopamine and the eleration of the heartbeat.
"If your heart rate now is higher than your resting heart rate while we''re kissing, it means you like
me," Steven exined earnestly.
I paused upon hearing that. I couldn''t believe how childish I was in the past. I had apparentlye
up with forms to determine whether I liked someone or not.
I coughed and said, "You talk too much," Then, I lowered my head to untie the drawstring on his
sweatpants.
Suddenly, I recalled something and narrowed my eyes. "Take off your pants and get into the bathtub
yourself. You''re drunk, not handicapped!"
Steven started to act aggrieved and pretended to feel dizzy. "But Stephie… I feel so horrible. The
alcohol is making my body burn up. It feels like I''m… in a rut."
I gritted my teeth. "I have scissors right here. Should I neuter you to help you out?"
Steven immediately straightened up and took off his clothes obediently. He did not treat me like a
stranger at all. After stripping, he got into the bathtub by himself.
I rubbed my temples andined inwardly about how shameless Steven was.
But to be fair, we were technically legally married.
"Stephie, my hand hurts," Steven said while showing me his palm. Only then did I notice the
wounds there.
"Why didn''t you say so earlier?" I hurried to get the first aid kit as I cursed and worried over him.
Steveny dejectedly at the edge of the bathtub. He watched me treat his wounds with a dazed and
unfocused gaze. I figured it was because he was a little drunk from all the drinking.
The steam from the bathtub began to fill the bathroom. With Steven lying in it like that, he looked
like he had just stepped out of a fairy tale. He was just so beautiful.
"Stephie…" Steven whispered my name and fluttered his eyshes.
He was just too irresistible.
"Stephie…" he called out again. He seemed genuinely ufortable at the moment as hey in
the bathtub.
I was doomed. The bathroom was too big, and the same could be said about the bathtub. I felt like
Steven was slowly transforming into a seductive sea siren.
"What?" I asked, watching him warily.
"Stephie, it feels ufortable," Steven said, still resting his hands on the edge of the bathtub. "My
hands can''t get wet, so can you help me…"
I felt like he was taking advantage of the situation, so I got up to leave.
"Stephie," he called out pitifully again.
But I didn''t indulge him this time.
"Stephie, you definitely fancy me. You shouldn''t believe Michael. He''s nothing but a shameless
bastard," Steven said softly, not forgetting to curse Michael out a little bit at the end.
I chuckled and looked at him. "You''re not exactly an innocentmb either."
"Stephie, we''re legally married. Everything I have is yours. From my face to my body, everything is
yours. I don''t even need to have any ownership of myself. You can have all of me if you want,"
Steven said seriously.
I suddenly had the strong impulse to destroy the whole world.
I quickly mmed the door shut. After taking a few deep breaths of fresh air outside, only then did
my heart rate slow down.
I was probably flustered because of the heat in the bathroom. Yes, that was probably it.
Steven continued to take his bath in the bathroom. However, I was worried that he really was drunk
and would drown himself identally, so I opened the bathroom door andy on the bed. I found an
angle where I could see Steven with just a nce. I could prevent him from drowning himself this
way.
It was clear that Steven felt aggrieved. He sshed around in the bathtub for a bit and seemed to
consider soaking his hands in the water for a moment.
"If you get your hands wet, I''ll break them," I said in a low voice.
Steven excitedly lifted his head out of the water and obediently ced his hands that were still
raised back on the edge of the bathtub.
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After he had confirmed that I was still watching him, he started to y up his own antics. He looked
like a peacock with its feathers spread. He grabbed one thing after another and couldn''t seem to
stay still.
I was exasperated. Seeing that Steven didn''t seem too drunk, I decided to ignore him and took out
my phone to read my parents'' diary.