Chapter 183 It’s only a matter of time before Miss Yun gets teased and becomes stupid!

Yun Zheng's heartbeat sounded like a missed drumbeat, and her fingertips dug deep into Fu Linghe's clothes.

She raised her eyes, and her gaze met Fu Linghe's deep and pleading eyes.

"Zheng Zheng, no matter what misunderstandings arise between us in the future, please give me a chance to explain, okay?"

Fu Linghe placed his hands lightly on her waist, and the warmth from his palms passed through the fabric to her skin, making Yun Zheng unable to move at all.

Perhaps it was because Fu Linghe's gaze was too intense, or perhaps it was because his tone was too serious, Yun Zheng nodded subconsciously, "Okay, I promise you."

Fu Linghe's pupils suddenly contracted, as if her promise ignited some long-suppressed emotions.

He suddenly pulled Yun Zheng into his arms, but softened his strength the moment he touched her butterfly bone.

Yun Zheng buried her face in his suit with the familiar cool woody scent, and heard the uncontrolled heartbeat in his chest.

"You said it." His voice was hoarse, and his Adam's apple brushed against the tip of her ear, causing her to shudder. "You are not allowed to regret it in this life."

The hug lasted longer than expected.

It lasted so long that Yun Zheng could hardly breathe in his arms.

She moved slightly, and the man let go of her hand as if waking from a dream, but immediately grabbed her wrist, and the strength of their interlocking fingers seemed to be branded into each other's bones and blood.

"Come here." Fu Linghe took her hand and walked towards the leather sofa, his fingertips unconsciously caressing the beating pulse in her wrist.

Only after Yun Zheng sat down did Fu Linghe sit down beside her.

He leaned slightly towards the coffee table, his large, bony hands patiently untying the ribbon on the cake box on the coffee table.

Fu Linghe removed the outer packaging, and a heart-shaped Black Forest cake appeared in front of Yun Zheng, with juicy wine-stained cherries on it.

Fu Linghe scooped out the fullest one and handed it to her lips. The reflection of the silver fork showed his tense jawline. "Try it. I haven't bought you this one from their store, but it's also a signature product."

Yun Zheng obediently opened her mouth and ate it. The moment the sweet and sour juice of the cherry burst out between her teeth, Yun Zheng's eyes were filled with undisguised amazement.

Fu Linghe reached out and touched the corner of her lips, gently wiping away the cream stains that had accidentally stuck to her lips.

"How is it? Does it taste good?" Fu Linghe's eyes were full of anticipation.

Yun Zheng nodded. "Yeah, it's delicious. When did you buy it?"

"I just bought it on the way home."

The cool touch of cream still lingered on Fu Linghe's fingertips. He stared at Yun Zheng's lips stained with cherry juice, his eyes darkening.

"Take your time eating. I'll go upstairs to take a shower first." Fu Linghe said to Yun Zheng before getting up.

Yun Zheng just put a small piece of cake into her mouth. Her little mouth was bulging and she couldn't open it. She could only nod hurriedly.

After saying this, Fu Linghe walked upstairs.

Yun Zheng in the living room was savoring the cake in small bites, the sour and sweet taste of the wine-soaked cherries lingering on her tongue.

The clock on the wall ticked, and before I knew it, half an hour had passed.

"Madam, dinner is ready." Mrs. Chen's voice came from the dining room. "Do you want me to go up and call Mr.?"

Only then did Yun Zheng notice that Fu Linghe never came down after going upstairs.

She took a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth, then stood up and said, "I'll go call him."

When we stepped onto the spiral staircase, I felt that Yun Zheng's steps quickened a bit.

The door of the master bedroom was ajar and it was quiet inside.

She knocked on the door with her fingers, and her knuckles made a dull sound when they touched the solid wood door panel.

"Fu Linghe," she called softly, "dinner is ready."

There was no response, only the faint sound of water in the bathroom coming through the crack in the door.

Yun Zheng hesitated and pushed open the door, and was greeted by warm mist with the scent of cedar.

There was only one bedside lamp on in the bedroom, and the dim light enveloped the entire space in an ambiguous warm color.

"Fu Linghe," she called again and walked towards the bathroom.

Just then, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

In the misty water vapor, Fu Linghe stepped out and unexpectedly bumped into Yun Zheng's sight.

The ends of his hair were still dripping with water, which slid down his neck, leaving a trail of water on his strong chest.

There was only a white bath towel loosely wrapped around her waist, and her mermaid line was faintly visible at the edge of the towel.

The water vapor made his cold white skin turn slightly red, and there were a few crystal water droplets hanging on his collarbone.

Yun Zheng's breathing stagnated, and she swallowed subconsciously, her fingertips unconsciously tugging at the corner of her clothes.

Fu Linghe obviously didn't expect to meet her like this.

He paused, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, "Zheng Zheng"

The man's deep voice woke Yun Zheng up from her dream. She turned around in a hurry, but because she moved too quickly, her foot slipped.

Fu Linghe quickly reached out and embraced her, his warm palm firmly holding her waist.

"Be careful!" His breath brushed past her ears, bringing with it the freshness of a bath.

Yun Zheng's cheeks instantly burned.

Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the warmth of his palm and the strong heartbeat coming from his chest.

The light fragrance of the shower gel lingered at the tip of her nose, mixed with his unique scent, making Yun Zheng dizzy and simply unable to stop.

"I, I'm here to call you for dinner." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She didn't know where to look, so she could only stare at a drop of water on his shoulder that was about to fall.

The drop of water finally couldn't bear the weight and slowly slid down along his tight muscle lines.

Yun Zheng's eyes followed it unconsciously, watching it slide across her chest and finally disappear at the edge of the bath towel.

Fu Linghe chuckled and released his hand, "I'll go change my clothes first and be down right away.

Yun Zheng felt as if she had been pardoned. She turned around and was about to walk out, but she heard the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other behind her.

She turned around for some unknown reason and saw Fu Linghe taking off the bath towel with his back to her.

The broad back muscles are smooth, and the water drops slide down the concave part of the spine and sink into the waist...

With a "bang", Yun Zheng closed the door as if she was escaping.

She leaned against the corridor wall, her heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out of her chest. Her fingertips still felt the touch of his skin, which was frighteningly hot.

Ten minutes later, Fu Linghe appeared in the restaurant in a neatly dressed manner.

He was wearing dark grey home clothes, and his hair was still wet, looking like a completely different person.

Only the collarbone faintly visible at the neckline reminded Yun Zheng that what she had just seen was not an illusion.

"The cake is finished." Fu Linghe sat down opposite her, his eyes falling on her red ears.

Yun Zheng nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook her head when she came to her senses, "Not yet."

She scooped a spoonful of soup to hide her discomfort, and the spoon made a crisp sound when it hit the edge of the bowl.

Fu Linghe suddenly leaned forward and gently stroked her cheek with his slender fingers. "You got cream on your face from eating cake again."

His fingertips were warm and gently rubbed the corner of Yun Zheng's lips.

This action reminded Yun Zheng of the embarrassment in the bedroom just now, and her neck suddenly turned red.

Everything that should have happened and shouldn't have happened had already happened, but whenever Fu Linghe's face appeared in front of Yun Zheng, she would immediately blush and her heart would beat fast.

"Thank you..." she whispered, lowering her eyes and not daring to look him in the eye.

A smile flashed in Fu Linghe's eyes. He slowly withdrew his hand and wiped off the non-existent "trace" of cream on his fingertips.

The dusk outside the window deepened, and the last ray of sunlight happened to fall on Fu Linghe's drooping eyelashes, casting a soft shadow on his usually sharp face.