Chapter 1246 Career Advancement

Her waist was slender and firm, without an ounce of excess fat, yet it possessed a terrifying power capable of easily tearing fabric. Her legs underwater were long and straight, with clear and beautiful muscle lines in her calves, exuding a fluid and dynamic quality.

Every inch of her skin was smooth and firm, radiating a jade-like luster with a cool, icy quality, as if it were not mortal flesh, but the masterpiece of some higher life form.

The traces of decay and dust that might have existed when it awoke have long since vanished under the warm water and Song Yu's gentle wiping, revealing its breathtaking, near-perfect essence.

What shocked Song Yu the most was that contradictory quality—it was clearly a vessel of non-human power that could easily cause destruction, yet at this moment it was completely unguarded, even with a hint of bewildered curiosity, allowing her to wipe and care for it.

When Song Yu used foaming shower gel to create delicate white bubbles on her arm, Xiong Yuting tilted her head slightly, her purple eyes fixed on the swelling white mass, and even reached out her other wet hand to carefully poke it with her fingertip.

puff.

The foam had a small hole.

Xiong Yuting seemed to find it interesting, and gently poked it again, watching more bubbles deform and burst.

For the first time, a pure focus and curiosity, almost like a child discovering a new toy, appeared on her exquisite face. Tiny bubbles were reflected in her purple eyes, and the bewildered mist seemed to have thinned a little.

This subtle expression softened Song Yu's heart, who had been walking on thin ice, and made her tense nerves relax slightly.

She continued to gently wipe, avoiding those sensitive private areas, carefully washing the girl's long hair and body with plenty of foam and warm water.

Throughout the process, Xiong Yuting remained mostly quiet, only occasionally furrowing her brow slightly when the water flowed over her ears or the foam touched her eyes, or letting out extremely soft, almost inaudible whimpers like those of a small animal when Song Yu's actions gave her a strange sense of comfort (such as massaging her scalp).

But Song Yu never dared to be careless. Occasionally, her fingertips could touch the elastic muscle fibers under the skin, reminding her of the terrifying power hidden within this seemingly perfect body.

When her palm accidentally slid across Xiong Yuting's back, she could even vaguely feel the outline of the muscles on both sides of the spine, as taut as a hidden bowstring.

This is a perfect weapon, born for hunting, for survival, for destruction, yet now it is like a newborn baby, soaking in warm water, surrounded by bubbles and fragrance, displaying an eerie and fragile tranquility.

Song Yu was filled with emotion, but his movements became even more gentle and delicate.

She helped Xiong Yuting rinse off the soap, carefully wrapped her in a large, soft bath towel, and then helped her step out of the bathtub.

While drying her body and wet hair with another dry bath towel, Song Yu took out a brand new, equally soft and comfortable silk robe that had been prepared beforehand from a cabinet next to her.

The robe is a simple, pure white color, with a loose fit and an excellent feel.

“Here, let’s put these on, it’ll be much more comfortable.” Song Yu unfolded her bathrobe and gestured for Xiong Yuting to reach out.

This time, Xiong Yuting didn't use brute force. Instead, she skillfully slipped her arms into the sleeves and let Song Yu help her tie the belt around her waist.

A large white silk robe covered most of her body, revealing only her slender neck, defined collarbone, and a section of her fair calf.

Her long, wet, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends still dripping water. After washing away the dust and fatigue, her stunning beauty was revealed even more unreservedly. Her purple eyes appeared even clearer and deeper in the misty air, but the naivety and emptiness within them still lingered.

She stood there like a jade statue from ancient mythology, freshly polished and serene, yet exuding a primitive and mysterious aura that seemed out of place with the artificial luxury around her.

Song Yu brought a hairdryer, set it to the lowest setting for warm air, and began to dry her hair.

The roaring sound made Xiong Yuting shrink her neck warily, but after realizing that the warm air was harmless, she relaxed and even squinted her eyes slightly, seemingly enjoying the warm and dry feeling.

Looking at the girl's obedient appearance, Song Yu's chill and tension had not completely subsided, but a complex pity and indescribable awe had also been added.

This girl is shrouded in too many unknowns and contradictions.

Who is she? Where did she come from? What happened to her?

Given her status, she may never know the answers to these questions, nor dare she casually inquire...

Having a sense of awe is the secret to her enduring success in the industry for over 20 years.

Even the secrets of those world-renowned figures before the apocalypse were dangerous, let alone now that it involves the undisputed top echelons of Zhou Bang's most powerful military group...

Those world-famous celebrities and tycoons she used to serve are now thankful for the distance; otherwise, who wouldn't be groveling at the feet of the Central Plains war zone?

'So, thinking about it this way, instead of declining after the apocalypse, my career actually experienced unprecedented growth?'

As Song Yu's thoughts wandered aimlessly, she gently combed Xiong Yuting's smooth, long hair, her gaze becoming somewhat complicated.

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