The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 112

Then, he began to undo the marshal’s cloak that had wrapped Ning Ning.

As the cloak came off, it revealed a tiny figure curled up inside.

The clothes Ning Ning was wearing had become dirty and torn amidst the disaster site.

The once-clean white shirt was smeared with dust and unknown bloodstains.

Exposed arms and ankles were also coated in gray grime.

The beautiful, breathtaking little face now had a streak of soot, like a kitten that had accidentally rolled into a pile of coal—looking utterly pitiful.

Xiao Lin’s eyes instantly darkened.

He reached out, his fingertips brushing gently, yet restrained, across the streak on Ning Ning’s cheek.

Through his touch, he felt the warm, delicate texture—like the finest silk.

And beneath it, the layer of cold dust belonging to the ruins.

All of this… was proof of his failure.

He had not protected his Ning Ning.

A surge of intense, mixed guilt and killing intent welled up in Xiao Lin’s eyes.

But he quickly suppressed it.

Now was not the time for blame.

What he had to do was personally cleanse his treasure.

Wash away all the filth and grime that the outside world had left on him.

Xiao Lin stood and walked toward the huge intelligent bathtub.

He did not use the automatic controls but personally turned the water valve.

Warm water gushed into the jet-black bathtub with a rushing sound.

Steam rose, hazy and soft.

He dipped his wrist in the water repeatedly, testing the temperature.

Until it was neither cool nor hot—just right.

Warm enough to soothe a weary body, yet gentle enough not to disturb the sleeping one.

After ensuring this, he returned to Ning Ning’s side.

He took a deep breath, as if performing a sacred ritual.

Then he reached out, beginning to unbutton the torn shirt.

Buttons undone, one by one, with slow reverence.

When the shirt was fully removed, the body that had once driven the entire empire into frenzy in photographs was now fully exposed, defenseless before Xiao Lin.

The skin was a cold, moonlit white, almost translucent from prolonged lack of sunlight.

In the warm bathroom light, it seemed to glimmer faintly, like a layer of soft pearlescent sheen.

Delicate collarbones, a flat stomach, a slender waist forming a perfect curve…

Below that, Xiao Lin’s breath caught sharply.

His Adam’s apple moved involuntarily.

His deep, bottomless black eyes were suddenly filled with an intense, inky desire.

Yet there was not a trace of lewdness in his gaze.

Only the deepest, most reverent admiration.

As if appreciating a masterpiece belonging solely to him.

He forced himself to look away, removing the last layer that covered Ning Ning.

Then he bent down, lifting Ning Ning’s naked body with the gentleness of holding a feather.

Step by step, he carried him toward the bathtub filled with warm water.

“Splash…”

The warm water gently enveloped Ning Ning’s body.

The little one in slumber seemed to sense the comforting warmth, letting out a satisfied, kitten-like sigh.

“Mm…”

His body relaxed in the water.

His beautiful silver hair floated like a soft, dispersed cloud.

Xiao Lin’s heart melted instantly.

He knelt by the tub, picking up a soft, brand-new sponge, dipping it in the warm water.

Then he began to gently wash Ning Ning.

His movements were unbelievably tender, as if handling a fragile, unparalleled treasure.

He first wiped the streaks from Ning Ning’s cheeks.

Slowly, carefully, until the smooth, delicate skin beneath was revealed.

Then his attention moved to the neck, the lovely collarbones, the slender arms…

His fingertips inevitably brushed against Ning Ning’s skin.

Every touch felt like a spark of electricity passing through him.

His steel-like self-control wavered, but he never once acted improperly.

His gaze remained focused and reverent.

This was not merely cleaning.

It was a ritual.

With his own hands, he was cleansing his treasure of all dust and filth.

Making his moonlight pure and untarnished once more.

Time passed slowly, accompanied by the sound of water and the rising mist.

Finally, when every inch of Ning Ning’s skin had been washed clean, emitting a faint, post-bath fragrance, Xiao Lin picked up a huge, soft towel and lifted him from the water.

The towel instantly absorbed all the moisture.

Xiao Lin carried him back to the bedroom.

Gently laying him on the wide bed covered with dark gray sheets.

The sheets made Ning Ning’s skin appear even brighter, almost dazzling.

Xiao Lin retrieved one of his own sleep shirts from the wardrobe.

Pure cotton, softest material, freshly washed, carrying his clean, cold scent.

Clumsily yet gently, he helped Ning Ning into it.

The sleep shirt was far too big for Ning Ning.

The wide collar slipped down, revealing a small, rounded shoulder.

The sleeves were long, covering both little hands.

The entire child seemed tucked into Xiao Lin’s personal pocket.

Small, soft, and obedient.

Xiao Lin’s heart filled with immense, indescribable satisfaction.

He tucked him in, leaving only a tuft of silver hair visible.

Then he sat by the bed, motionless, watching.

As if he intended to gaze forever.

Outside, the lights of the imperial city shone like stars.

Inside, it was their own quiet, peaceful moonlight.

The man’s eyes, at this moment, had shed all chill and ruthlessness.

Only endless tenderness and reverence remained.

He reached out, fingertips brushing Ning Ning’s soft silver hair.

Then he bent down, pressing a restrained yet scorching kiss to the smooth forehead.

“My…”

A whisper of ultimate contentment, dissipating into the serene air.

His Ning Ning had finally returned to his nest.

Cleansed and marked with his own imprint.

This time, he would never let anyone take him away.

The man remained by the bed, like a silent, most devoted guardian.

His gaze could no longer leave the tiny figure on the bed for even a moment.

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