Owned by Mr. Lan

Chapter 11

Wang Yibo

It’s been a stressful night but Xiao Zhan made me proud throughout the evening’s chaotic events. I had doubts whether she’d be able to handle this life but I think she was made for it. She’s a quick thinker, decisive and thrives under pressure. Those qualities will make her a fantastic doctor.

But she didn’t expect to be a doctor so soon and the trauma she’s had to endure tonight is more than the average person could have handled.

The door is open to the bedroom and I turn my body to the side, stepping into the space. With my hip, I ease the door shut.

“I’m so proud of you,” I tell her, lifting her so I can kiss her forehead. “You did so well tonight. I know it wasn’t easy.” I keep my tone soft, so she doesn’t feel afraid.

Something has shifted between us since the kiss in the library. She’s softer toward me, more accepting. There’s more give with her. Whatever slack she’s feeling for me right now, I’m going to take it and I’m going to hold onto it, run with it.

“I can still smell his skin burning,” she whimpers as I place her on the vanity. Her skin is so pale, like Xue Yang’s but from shock and sickness rather than blood loss. She has dark circles under her eyes and dried blood on her hands. She holds them out in front of her and they shake uncontrollably. She inhales deep, fast and in a panic; her watery gaze meets mine.

“I know, Bunny. I know.” I undress her, tugging the shirt — my shirt — over her head, revealing her bare breasts. They are perfect. All I want to do is show her body the attention she deserves, but I know now is not the time. She’s still in the beginning stages of trust when it comes to me. I need to show her she can.

I tug off her panties, tossing them to the floor. When she’s naked, I
undress too, dropping my clothes next to hers. I make a mental note to burn them later.

After turning on the shower, I check the temperature of the water. When I’m satisfied, I lift her from the counter and carry her into the shower. The water sprays my back and I keep her body tucked against mine.

Her slick skin slides against mine and I can’t help my body’s natural reaction.

My cock hardens and settles between the crease of her ass as I set her down. She’s frozen in place, holding her hands to her chest and she begins to shiver. I switch spots so she can be under the hot spray and begin to wash her. Squirting the soap I bought her in my hands, the lavender rose scent joins the steam and I immediately wash her hands first. The water turns red, at first, then fades to pink. I clean under her nails too, getting the blood that made its way under when she dug into the meat of Xue Yang’s body to get the bullet.

I squeeze more body wash in my hands and wash her hands again, ensuring I wash away all the blood before I grab the loofah.

“You’re so lovely, Bunny,” I croon, wanting her to feel better, even in the smallest way.

Yet she doesn’t move. She doesn’t acknowledge my existence at all. She stares blankly at the floor, hair hanging over her shoulders like oil spilling across the ocean.

I scrub her entire body, careful not to let my eyes linger too long on her perky breasts or the strawberry blush of her tight nipples. Her body is very distracting and I want nothing more than to kiss the middle of her stomach, praising it with love so she will carry my body without risk.

“I’m going to clean between your legs but I promise I won’t do anything else.”

She doesn’t look at me.

“Bunny,” I kiss the side of her cheek to get her attention, “I need you to tell me it’s okay.”

She holds her hands to her chest and widens her stance, giving me a slight nod.