Chapter 4: Steamy Streams and Dream Talk

He picked up in two rings.

The camera jostled before focusing on his bare chest, steam curling around him.

Droplets traced his jaw, gliding down between those sculpted pecs and disappearing into the towel slung low on his hips. If there were eight-pack abs in the Louvre, they’d look like his.

His voice was deep, a little rough: "Baby, I’m in the shower. Let’s talk later."

I half-knelt on my bed, Egyptian cotton soft beneath me, pointing the camera at my bell collar and giving it a shake—crisp and clear, just for him.

"Husband, I missed you," I purred. "You didn’t answer my texts. Don’t like the outfit? Should I change into the nurse costume instead?"

Nathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and the phone wobbled in his hand, and he made a sound that definitely wasn’t just from the hot water.

Bullet comments rained down:

【Male lead, keep pretending! You’re practically licking the screen—how could you not like it!】

【It’s over, it’s over, the male lead’s little brother is really in trouble today.】

【Oh my god, the supporting female character is too good at flirting! Question the green tea, fall in love with green tea.】

After a beat, Nathan’s voice came out thick: "Like it, wife. Like it so much."

I tugged the V-neck a little deeper, pouting: "You like the clothes or you like me? Be specific, husband. Use your words."

The camera shook even more, and through the shower sounds, there were some... definitely not just water noises.

I put on a fake pout: "If you won’t talk to me, I’m going to sleep. I’ll let someone else appreciate this outfit."

Nathan’s voice was practically a growl: "Sleep... Baby, what do you think it’d be like to wander in someone else’s dreams?"

I played with my hair. "Like Inception, right?"

He chuckled darkly: "How does it feel to have that power?"

Bullet comments:

【Wow, he’s really smooth with sweet talk, truly worthy of being the male lead!】

【Since meeting little treasure, all his dreams are probably about different locations, right?】

【On the balcony, on the sofa, and on the kitchen counter. When will these dreams become reality? I’m so hungry for it.】