Chapter 1245 The strange girl
She noticed that when she said "wash up" and "clean up," Xiong Yuting's blank purple eyes seemed to focus slightly, her gaze falling on her hand and then following her gesture, seemingly looking towards the inner room of the suite.
There's a response! That's a good sign.
With a slight sense of relief, Song Yu's smile became even more genuine.
She knew that for guests who seemed to lack basic common sense and language skills, patience, clear demonstrations, and body language were more effective than any complex words.
“Come, let me show you the bathroom, it’s very comfortable.” Song Yu looked at Xiong Yuting with encouraging eyes, and at the same time slowly stood up and gestured for her to enter the bathroom next to the master bedroom in the suite.
Xiong Yuting hesitated for a few seconds, her purple eyes moving back and forth between Song Yu's face and gestures, as if trying to understand.
Ultimately, the instinct that compelled her to "follow," or perhaps the vague impressions of words like "clean" and "water," came into play, and she stood up from the sofa somewhat stiffly and slowly.
Song Yu was secretly delighted and, maintaining a just-right guiding distance, led Xiong Yuting to the spacious and bright bathroom door.
The bathroom is equally luxurious, featuring a huge jacuzzi, a separate wet and dry shower, a mirror-like marble countertop, and a variety of bathroom products that gleam with metallic or ceramic luster.
Xiong Yuting stood at the door, her purple eyes wide open, curiously looking at this unfamiliar space filled with "human creations".
Her gaze swept over the crystal-clear faucet, the hanging fluffy bath towels, the oddly shaped bottles and jars, and the pristine white bathtub that could hold several people.
Every item seemed new and interesting to her; she even tilted her head slightly, like a cat entering a new environment for the first time, observing cautiously and attentively.
"This is the bathroom, a place for washing and bathing," Song Yu explained, trying to use the simplest language possible, while demonstrating.
"Taking a bath is just getting your body clean with water, it feels very comfortable."
She walked to the bathtub, turned on the hot and cold water taps, adjusted the water temperature, and the water gushed into the bathtub.
Xiong Yuting's gaze was immediately drawn to the flowing water and the rising steam. She unconsciously took a small step forward, as if trying to see more clearly.
"Come on, let's take off this coat first." Seeing that she seemed to have accepted the environment, Song Yu tried to guide her to the next step.
She gently pulled at her collar, demonstrating the action of "taking off" her clothes, with an encouraging smile on her face:
"Take it off, then take a shower; it will keep you warm and clean."
Xiong Yuting looked at her, her eyes still blank, but she seemed to understand the meaning of the action of "taking off" - after all, she herself often tore or ripped off the coverings on her body before.
Then, under Song Yu's gentle and encouraging gaze, Xiong Yuting blinked her purple eyes, suddenly reached out, and grabbed the lapel of her drab gray coat—
Tsk-!
A clear and piercing sound of fabric tearing suddenly rang out in the quiet bathroom!
The jacket that might require effort to unbutton for an ordinary person was torn open with ease by Xiong Yuting's pale, slender fingers, like the most fragile piece of paper, leaving a huge rip from the collar to the hem!
The movements were swift and effortless, as if it were not an overcoat, but a withered leaf.
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The smile on Song Yu's face froze instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply!
She watched as the girl, with her seemingly delicate and boneless hands, easily tore apart the tough workwear jacket fabric as if it were a piece of paper!
That power, that nonchalance, formed an extremely eerie and chilling contrast with the lingering bewilderment and curiosity on her face!
One second she was a beautiful young girl who needed patient guidance and seemed naive to the ways of the world, and the next second she displayed inhuman, almost terrifying primal power.
Song Yu's heart pounded in her chest, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on her back. She finally truly and intimately understood what Jia Daiquan's stern warning meant.
This girl... is not just "special" or "unstable".
She's practically a walking, uncontrollable... weird... superwoman disguised as a beautiful young girl...
But Song Yu, being a top-notch service worker honed through countless trials, suppressed her shock for less than half a second. She quickly changed her expression from astonishment back to gentleness, even adding a forgiving smile that said, "It's okay, this is normal," although the smile was somewhat stiff at the moment.
"Ah...it's alright, sir. The clothes are old, so it's alright if they're torn." Her voice remained steady, even softer, as if the horrifying scene just now was merely a child accidentally tearing a toy.
"Let's take a shower first, and I'll get you some clean new clothes later."
She carefully avoided the torn pieces of her coat lying on the ground, trying not to look at the horribly neatly torn edges, and continued to guide Xiong Yuting, who was still curiously examining her "masterpiece," toward the bathtub filled with warm water.
However, her fingers, gripping the edge of the bathtub, turned slightly white from the force. Tonight was destined to be longer and more difficult than she had imagined.
The warm water flowing over her body was an extremely unfamiliar and peculiar sensation for Xiong Yuting.
She was initially a little stiff, but Song Yu carefully helped her as she awkwardly stepped into the pristine white bathtub, which could accommodate several people.
As the warm water gradually enveloped her ankles, calves, and waist, a clear look of surprise flashed in her purple eyes. She looked down at the rippling water, as if trying to confirm what this soft, warm liquid was.
"Is the water temperature okay?" Song Yu's voice was as gentle as humming a lullaby. She knelt on the edge of the bathtub, rolled up her sleeves, and began to wipe Xiong Yuting's arms with the gentlest movements using a damp soft towel.
Xiong Yuting did not respond, but after her initial stiffness, her body seemed to gradually relax a little—although in Song Yu's view, this "relaxation" still carried a cheetah-like potential tension that could tighten at any moment.
As Song Yu carefully peeled off the torn coat and the equally stained undershirt, this time she didn't dare let Xiong Yuting do it herself. The girl's body was gradually exposed to the misty steam and warm light.
Song Yu's breathing paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.
She had seen countless well-maintained and well-trained bodies, but the one before her... had transcended the realm that words like "beautiful" or "sexy" could describe.
It was a harmonious blend of near-sculptural perfection and powerful energy.
The lines of her shoulders and neck are smooth and elegant, her collarbones are clear but not bony, and the downward curves converge at her chest, forming a full and upright contour like a finely sculpted piece of jade. Her skin glows with a healthy and alluring light pink under the warm water, and water droplets slowly slide down her delicate skin.
