Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 182 Helping Xiong Mei take a Bath (1)

Chapter 182 Helping Xiong Mei take a Bath (1)

[A/N: Although I feel this note is unnecessary because if you have read this far, you would read until the end and should already trust the author.

Still, I would like to reiterate - trust the author when it comes to characters, as you can never guess how they will develop in the end.

As for anyone reading my novel, if you copy my original R18 scenes, I will make a son of destiny out of your name and cuck him!

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28th march, 2023

"Hmm..." Zhang Wei's senses gradually stirred, the intrusion of movement coaxing him out of his slumber. Blinking drowsily, he took in his surroundings, his gaze settling on Xiong Mei, who was now awake and trying to rouse him from his sleep.

The tinge of panic in her expression didn't escape his notice.

"What's the matter?" he inquired, pushing himself into a sitting position while extending his legs out on the bed.

Xiong Mei's bare form was partially concealed by the bed sheet she clutched to herself. Her skin, as pale as milk, exuded a renewed vitality, but her discomfort at being naked in his presence was evident.

After a moment of hesitance, she found her voice, her embarrassment tainting her words. "I-I need birth control pills," she managed to utter, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Though Zhang Wei's instinct would usually be to reassure her that it wasn't necessary, he felt a satisfaction in keeping up his "villain" persona that had taken root in her mind.

With an air of nonchalant attitude of a douchebag, he shrugged indifferently. "Then go downstairs and buy them yourself."

"What!?" Xiong Mei's incredulous exclamation echoed in the room. In her surprise, her grasp on the sheet inadvertently slackened, causing it to slip from her hands.

However, Zhang Wei's response managed to outshine even the unexpected exposure. Her surprise was eclipsed by his apparent indifference, leaving her almost unfazed by her momentary nudity.

A mixture of disbelief and confusion swirled in Xiong Mei's expression as she tried to gauge the seriousness of his words.

"For real? You're not joking, right?" Her words carried a hint of uncertainty, her thoughts mirroring the complex emotions flitting across her face.

Zhang Wei's simple nod affirmed his earlier statement, a gesture that seemed to dismiss the topic entirely. Without giving her another glance, he reached for his phone and began to idly play with it, as if the situation held no importance whatsoever.

Xiong Mei's astonishment continued to intensify due to his lack of attention.

'Why is he so mean?' Her frustration began to fuse with confusion, giving birth to an unwelcome surge of moisture in her eyes.

Unconsciously, her eyes started to well up as she stared at him, the confusion and hurt bubbling to the surface, mingling with the growing disbelief at his behavior.

Summoning all her inner strength, Xiong Mei managed to stifle the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Her resentful expression accompanied her as she gingerly stepped down from the bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor.

"!!"

However, her initial movements were abruptly halted by a jolt of unexpected pain, causing her eyes to widen in shock.

The sensation of coldness engulfing her body was replaced by a sudden numbness that radiated from her legs the moment her foot made contact with the floor.

'It hurts!'

Gritting her teeth in determination, she fought through the discomfort, mustering the willpower to take a few staggering steps towards where her clothes lay scattered on the floor.

In her current state, she seemed to have forgetten about her naked back exposed to his eyes, her focus fixated on retrieving her clothes.

The anguish that twisted her features was accompanied by an unwavering determination, as if she was intent on proving a point, both to herself and to him.

Despite her evident struggle, she pressed forward, her legs trembling as she navigated the room.

The sight of Xiong Mei's struggle seemed to strangely satisfy Zhang Wei, a sense of amusement flickering beneath his composed exterior.

[Host, why do you bully her so much?] the system asked, seeking to understand the motivations behind Zhang Wei's actions.

A quiet chuckle escaped Zhang Wei as he considered his own behavior. 'She's cute when she's struggling,' hisresponse was far from reassuring to the system.

Meanwhile, Xiong Mei's endeavors to retrieve her clothes continued. As she bent down to pick up her bra, a sudden cry of surprise tore from her lips, her body jolting in response to an unexpected sensation.

"Ah!"

Fear painted her expression as her legs gave way beneath her, the impending fall causing her to squeeze her eyes shut in anticipation.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Wei's brows shot up, and he swiftly moved into action with a *whoosh!*

Xiong Mei's face had drained of color, her eyelids clenched shut as her body trembled, a potent mix of shock and vulnerability painting her features.

Zhang Wei's wry smile played across his lips as he held her gently within his arms. "Why not open your eyes and take a look?" he suggested, his tone suggesting a touch of playful teasing.

Intriguingly, Xiong Mei's mind experienced a sudden jolt of shock as her eyes flickered open. She initially glimpsed nothing but the cold floor beneath her, her lips quivering in response. However, her realization of their current position quickly dawned upon her.

"You... saved me?" Her voice wavered with a mix of surprise and disbelief. She hadn't even had the chance to comprehend how he had moved so swiftly to her aid.

Zhang Wei offered a simple nod in response, his demeanor maintaining its characteristic coolness.

With her thoughts in disarray, Xiong Mei stammered out her gratitude. "T-Thank you."

Zhang Wei shook his head slightly, still cradling her in his arms. "No need for that," he remarked.

Suddenly, he leaned his face close to her cheek, his breath brushing against her skin as he rubbed his cheek against hers. "You are smelling," he noted, his voice adopting a deeper tone as he took in a lungful of her fragrance.

Xiong Mei's expression turned into a question mark, but his subsequent words clarified his intentions. "Let's get you cleaned up," he suggested, the implications of his words evident in his tone.

The word "bathe" prompted a sudden realization within Xiong Mei. Her initial gratitude was replaced by a potent mixture of shame and fear.

"No! Leave me," she protested immediately.