Chapter 113 Morning Exercise

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow.

Only one wall lamp was on in the bedroom, casting a dim light that outlined the undulating lines of Yan Tingnan's spine.

The mattress sank in, and the silk quilt was crumpled up and piled up at the waist.

Sweat dripped down his jawline, soaking Su Ruo's soft collarbone.

Like scalding dew before the Buddha, falling into the mortal world, only to nourish her one delusional thought.

Su Ruan felt like a boat being tossed to the crest of a wave.

She sobbed and crumpled the sheets, but Yan Tingnan pressed her down on the pillow with his fingers interlocked.

The mast broke, and the sails were soaked.

In her dazed state, Yan Tingnan carried her to clean up.

The bathroom was filled with steam as he moved meticulously.

The water temperature was adjusted to be just right. I rinsed her, wiped her down, and even helped her apply body lotion and ointment.

After tidying her up, he grabbed a large bath towel, wrapped it around her, and carried her back to the bedroom.

The sheets were no longer safe to sleep on, so he tore them off with one hand, crumpled them up, and threw them into the laundry basket.

Then she took out a new bed sheet from the cabinet, and when she unfolded it, it released a refreshing fragrance.

Su Ruan slumped on the sofa watching him make the bed.

The man was shirtless, with a taut waist, and moved nimbly.

When the sheets are pulled flat, the back muscles taut out a smooth arc, like a fully drawn bowstring.

His shoulder and back muscles were sharply defined, his waist and abdomen were firm, and several fresh scratches ran across them, making him look arrogant and eye-catching.

Her ears burned, and she instinctively looked away.

Yan Tingnan unfolded the new bed sheet, the fabric spreading out like clouds.

As he bent down to smooth out the wrinkles, the dimples on his lower back flashed by.

Su Ruan's throat went dry, and she silently swallowed.

This man even changes the bed sheets like he's filming a blockbuster movie.

Where is even a trace of the ascetic aloofness he displayed during the day?

"What are you looking at?"

Yan Tingnan didn't turn around, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head.

Su Ruan's lips curled up.

"Seeing that President Yan's housework skills are top-notch, he's perfect for a job."

He smoothed out the wrinkles, then turned and walked over.

A shadow fell, carrying with it lingering moisture.

"I'll only take your order."

Yan Tingnan leaned down and nuzzled her cheek with the tip of his nose.

How is the compensation calculated?

He chuckled softly, picked her up, and placed her in the dry, soft blankets.

He went around to the other side, lifted the covers and lay down, stretching out his arms to pull her into his embrace.

"remuneration?"

"Didn't you pay enough?"

"Go to sleep."

He turned off the wall lamp and kissed the top of her head in the darkness.

"Get up early tomorrow."

"Um?"

"Morning exercise."

His voice carried an obvious hint of amusement.

"Consolidate our core strength."

Su Ruan wanted to kick him, but her legs were too weak.

So she nestled in his arms, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

...

At six o'clock in the morning, the first light of dawn was breaking.

Yan Tingnan had already woken up, but didn't move, looking down at the person in his arms.

Su Ruan was fast asleep, her cheek pressed against his chest, her breathing even and long, her eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes.

Like a defenseless child, she was completely different from the little vixen who had whimpered and begged for mercy beneath him last night, yet had taken the initiative.

He lightly brushed his fingertips across the ambiguous red marks on her shoulders and neck, his eyes churning with unspoken emotions.

It's so delicate, it'll leave a mark if you touch it too hard.

But somehow, he became addicted to it.

Su Ruan unconsciously rubbed against him, her nose touching the crook of his neck, her warm breath tickling his skin and also tickling the most itchy spot in his heart.

Yan Tingnan's Adam's apple bobbed as he took a forced breath.

The morning reaction came on strong and direct, making me feel tense and painful.

His gaze swept over her slightly swollen lips, recalling how those lips had breathed into his ear last night, calling him a beast.

The criticism was justified.

He never had any compassion for her, only a lustful desire to devour her whole.

Su Ruan woke up to an indescribable sensation.

Before consciousness could return, the body sensed the danger first.

She suddenly opened her eyes and met Yan Tingnan's deep gaze, which was very close to hers.

"Yan Tingnan".

Her voice was soft, hoarse from just waking up, and had no intimidating power whatsoever.

"You're up so early in the morning!"

"Um."

He should be at peace with himself.

"Morning exercise."

Su Ruan's ears turned bright red. She tried to dodge, but he held her even tighter around the waist.

"Consolidate core strengths."

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, his tone very serious.

"Ruanruan's performance last night still has room for improvement."

"..."

Su Ruan laughed in exasperation and raised her leg to kick him, but he pressed her down with the force of the kick.

The bathrobe straps had come loose at some point, and his bare chest pressed against her.

"You're not convinced?"

He raised an eyebrow, his fingertips slowly tracing her waistline.

"Practice makes perfect."

"Practice my foot!"

Su Ruan turned to run away, but he grabbed her chin and kissed her firmly.

The kiss was deep and fierce, as if he wanted to devour her.

Oxygen was depleted, my head was spinning, and my body involuntarily went limp like a puddle of water.

Just when she thought she was doomed this morning, Yan Tingnan suddenly stopped.

He propped himself up, breathing heavily, his eyes swirling with lust, yet he abruptly stopped the car.

He brushed his fingertips across the faint blue shadows under her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

Did you get five hours of sleep last night?

Su Ruan's eyes were blurry, and she subconsciously shook her head.

He cursed under his breath, abruptly got out of bed, and stood by the bed with his back to her.

The muscles in my shoulders and back were taut, like a fully drawn bow.

"What's wrong?"

Su Ruan propped herself up, looking somewhat bewildered.

Yan Tingnan didn't turn around; his voice was stiff and strained.

"If I touch you again, I'll truly become a beast."

He pulled his bathrobe over his shoulders, the veins on the back of his hand bulging as he tied the belt.

"You should sleep a little longer."

"I'm going to take a shower."

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Su Ruan curled up in the quilt, listening to the sound of water, her heart aching and tender at the same time.

This man can be ruthless and torture her to death, but when he's soft-hearted, he can't even bear to touch her more than once.

Su Ruan was indeed so tired that her eyelids felt heavy, and she shrank deeper into the blankets.

When I woke up again, the morning light was already bright.

I checked my phone and it was exactly eight o'clock.

The bed next to me was empty, and the warmth had long since dissipated.

She got up, walked barefoot across the floor, and left the room.

The living room is spotless; all the mess from last night has been cleaned up.

Even the air has been refreshed; the cedar scent is light and pleasant.

In the restaurant, the butler laid out breakfast and quietly withdrew.

Yan Tingnan was already sitting there, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit, with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, looking down at the tablet.

Cold and aloof, ascetic, and pretentious.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gaze lingering on her bare legs for a moment before his brows furrowed.

"Put your shoes on."

Su Ruan pulled out a chair, sat down, and forked a piece of fried egg.

"I forgot."

He put down the tablet, got up and went to the entryway to get a pair of soft-soled slippers. He then knelt down, held her ankles, and helped her put them on.

Then he got up and sat back down in his original seat.

"I'll take you to your studio after you finish eating."

"Um."

Just then, Yan Tingnan's cell phone rang.

He pushed the milk in front of her; the temperature was just right.

When she turned to answer the phone, her tone had returned to its usual coldness.

"explain."

Su Ruan held the milk cup, her gaze fixed on his back.

Dressed in a suit and tie, with sharp shoulder lines.

He hung up the phone and turned around to see her holding a cup, lost in thought.

"Is it cold?"

Yan Tingnan naturally took the cup from her.

He tested the temperature and then tilted his head back to drink the rest of the milk.

Adam's apple bobbed.

I put down the empty cup, a ring of milk stains on my lips.

Su Ruan chuckled and pulled out a tissue to wipe him.

But he grabbed her wrist.

"What are you laughing at?"

His gaze was calm, yet held a hint of inquiry.

Su Ruan used her fingers to wipe away the white mark.

"So President Yan is into breast milk products too."

"It's so cute."

Yan Tingnan narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on her wrist.

"cute?"

Su Ruan nodded fearlessly.

"Like a big cat stealing a drink of milk."

Yan Tingnan suddenly let go of her, turned around and poured another glass of milk from the thermos and pushed it over.

"Drink it all."

His tone was harsh.

Su Ruan suppressed a laugh and sipped the warm milk.