bigabreads Chapter 86 Toilets and Fragrances! "Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder": My sister-in-law'
Chapter 86 Toilets and Fragrances! "Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder": My sister-in-law'
"This is... the outhouse?"
When Su Wan pushed open the carved mahogany door and led a group of ladies who hadn't yet recovered from the shock of the "high-altitude glass" into this [five-star, fully intelligent bathroom].
There was no stench as I had expected, no flies buzzing around, and none of that oppressive feeling that makes you want to hold your breath before you even go in.
Instead, the room is filled with soft, warm light, the pure white tiles underfoot are like mirrors, and a gentle breeze floats in the air...
Extremely cool and sophisticated, with a fragrance like bluebells after the rain.
"Dean Su, you must have come to the wrong place?"
Liu's eyes widened as she pointed to the pure white, smoothly sculpted ceramic object in the very center, its surface gleaming under the light, her voice filled with disbelief:
"Is this...is this a basin for washing your face? Or a soup bowl for serving rice? It's so exquisitely made!"
She couldn't resist walking forward and reaching out to touch the smooth lid.
"Don't touch me!"
A cold, disdainful voice, as if carrying shards of ice, suddenly rang out from the corner.
Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.
In the shadows beside the sink, a tall, slender figure stood.
Qin An, the seventh son.
He changed into a spotless, moon-white long robe, with the cuffs tightly bound.
At that moment, he was holding a sterilized white cotton cloth and meticulously wiping the faucet on the sink.
His gaze was so focused, as if he were polishing some rare treasure.
"That's for relieving yourself."
Qin An didn't even raise his head, his voice muffled, revealing a kind of obsessive-compulsive cleanliness that sent chills down one's spine:
"That's for holding filth. You're going to touch it with your hands? Isn't it dirty?"
"Wh...what?!"
Liu's hand recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted, and her entire body cracked open.
"This...this is a toilet?! You call this a toilet?!"
This stuff is whiter than her rice bowls! It's finer than the powder on her face! You're telling her it's for pooping?!
"Sister-in-law, demonstrate."
Qin An seemed too lazy to waste words with these "unworldly" women. He threw away the cotton cloth in his hand, picked up a new one, and continued wiping the faucet, which was now so shiny it could be used as a mirror.
Su Wan smiled helplessly.
Ever since this seventh brother took over the "bathroom project," his obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness has exploded exponentially.
"Ladies, please look."
Su Wan walked to the ceramic toilet and gently lifted the lid.
It contained a pool of crystal-clear water with no unpleasant odor.
"This is a unique invention of our Qin family—the siphon flush toilet."
"The S-shaped bend design completely isolates the odor from the sewer. The glaze is fired at high temperature, so it does not attract dirt or leave marks."
As she spoke, Su Wan extended her slender finger and pressed the silver button on the water tank.
"Splash—!"
A powerful yet pleasant sound of rushing water rang out!
The water in the tank rushed down like a whirlwind, forming a huge vortex that instantly swept away the handful of flower petals that had been placed inside!
Even more amazing is!
As the water flowed, a richer, yet not pungent, pale blue fragrance burst forth in the air!
That is—Qin'an's specially made [Bluebell Toilet Ball].
The taste was crisp and clean, like taking a sip of chilled mint water on a hot summer day, instantly purifying all the senses.
"Oh my god..."
"The sound of the water flushing...it sounds so nice!"
"This smells... even better than my bedroom that's been smelling so bad for three hours!"
The ladies have gone mad!
In an era where people still use wooden buckets and dry toilets, this "one-click flushing and built-in fragrance" technology is simply a game-changer!
"This isn't a latrine! It's practically a lavatory!"
Liu blushed with excitement, circling the toilet three times, eager to sit on it and experience it right now.
"Buy! I want to buy this too! I'll sit here to eat... oh no, I mean, to read!"
……
Just as everyone was marveling at the toilet.
A cold hand suddenly gripped Su Wan's wrist.
As soon as Su Wan turned around, she met Qin An's gloomy, stubborn, yet unfathomable eyes.
"Come with me."
Qin An's voice was low, but carried an undeniable forcefulness.
He ignored the screaming ladies and pulled Su Wan to the sink next to him.
"Seventh brother? What's wrong?"
Su Wan was somewhat confused.
"hand."
Qin An's words were concise and to the point.
He turned on the tap.
Swish swish swish—
Clear, warm water (heated by the sun in the rooftop water tank) flowed out.
Qin An did not let Su Wan wash herself.
He took out a crystal-clear essential oil soap from the shelf next to him, which contained a whole rose inside.
Wet it.
Knead to create rich, dense foam.
Then, he grabbed Su Wan's right hand, the one that had just pressed the flush button.
pack.
His hands were cool, and his fingertips, which he used to handle herbs for years, carried a faint medicinal scent. The foam, on the other hand, was warm and slippery.
"That button... is dirty."
Qin An lowered his head, his expression focused to the point of near-reverence.
His thumb pad slid along the back of Su Wan's hand, inch by inch.
Through her fingers.
He held her hand tightly.
Then, focus on rubbing the tip of your index finger, which you just touched the silver button.
"But it's new..." Su Wan argued softly, "No one has used it yet."
"That's an industrial product."
Qin An's brows were furrowed, and his eyes held a morbid obsession:
"It's covered in workers' sweat, dust, and bacteria."
"My sister-in-law's hands are so soft."
"You can't touch these dirty things."
As he spoke, he increased the pressure on his hands.
The slippery foam made an ambiguous "gurgling" sound between their fingers.
It was less about washing hands and more about...
Rather than saying it's playing with something, it's more like...
He meticulously washed each of her fingers, leaving no stone unturned, even between her nails. The pads of his fingers traced the lines of her palm, sending shivers of tingling pleasure through her.
Su Wan felt as if her hands were not hands, but a piece of exquisite jade being handled and polished by a master.
"Seventh Brother..."
Su Wan's face felt a little hot.
In public (even though a screen partially blocked the view), isn't this kind of washing a bit too... inappropriate?
"Don't move."
Qin An suddenly raised his head.
Those usually gloomy, dead fish eyes were now flashing with a fanatical light called "possession" under the lamplight.
"Sister-in-law."
He took her foam-covered hand and brought it to his lips.
They didn't kiss.
Instead, he gently blew a breath through the layer of dense white foam.
call--
The foam dissipated.
Revealing her fingertips, which were flushed pink from the hot water.
"These hands... will only be used for counting money, for touching flowers, for..."
His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice grew hoarse, and carried a barely perceptible hint of eroticism:
"To use for touching me."
"As for those dirty and tiring jobs, and things like flushing toilets..."
"Let the older brothers do it."
"If all else fails... let the fourth brother do the pressing." (The fourth brother, who was downstairs counting money: ???)
[Beep! "Obsessive-compulsive pampering" detected!]
[Target: Qin An (Seventh Brother). Status: Foam Cleaning + Fingertip Pilgrimage!]
[Heartbeat Value: +4800! System Evaluation: The cleanest place hides the dirtiest (crossed out) deepest desires!]
[Rewards: [Fully Automatic Sensor Faucet Blueprint] + [Premium Fragrance Extraction Technology]!]
……
"All done washing."
Qin An picked up a soft cotton cloth and wiped Su Wan's fingers dry one by one.
The movements were so slow that Su Wan felt she might never be able to bear touching anything else with that hand again in her life.
At this time.
Outside the screen, Madam Liu and a group of noblewomen watched this scene with bated breath.
They couldn't see the details.
All that could be seen was the usually aloof and ghostly Doctor Qin, who was bowing his head and holding Su Wan's hand as if he were holding the whole world.
That kind of gentleness.
That kind of piety.
That double standard of "everyone in the world is bacteria except you".
"Too...too sensual..."
A young married woman clutched her chest, her face flushed and her heart pounding:
"I want to buy this sink! No, I want to buy this handwashing service!"
"Dr. Qin! I'll offer five thousand taels! Could you please wash my hands too?! I just touched the doorknob, and I feel dirty!"
Qin An paused.
He slowly turned around, the tenderness he had shown towards Su Wan just moments before vanishing instantly.
Instead, they gave it a cold, disdainful look, as if it were trash.
He picked up a bottle of disinfectant alcohol from the side.
sizzle-
He sprayed the spot where Liu had just stood several times.
"Want to wash your hands?"
He pointed to a large water vat by the door:
"Turn left after you go out, there's soap there."
"Wash it yourself."
"Don't get my sink dirty."
Liu: "..."
good good!
The men of the Qin family are only human when they're with Su Wan! They're like blocks of ice to everyone else!
But the more this is the case...
The more these wealthy women burned, the hotter their anger became!
This is what they call—the unattainable is always the most alluring!
"Buy it! I'll buy this apartment! I'm going to live here and watch Doctor Qin spray alcohol every day!"
……
After touring the restroom, Su Wan finally managed to lead this group of crazed women out of that fragrant "fairy toilet."
"Ladies, aside from bathing and using the toilet, sleeping... is the most important thing."
Su Wan pointed to the master bedroom next door, a meaningful smile appearing on her face:
"Next, let's experience it—"
What is true "cloud sleep"?
"Fifth and Sixth Brothers! Are you ready?"
"They're here!"
From the bedroom came the excited shouts of the twins.
There's another kind...
The suggestive, squeaking sound of a spring being squeezed.