Chapter 107 Kitchen

After returning home, Yun Zhan instructed Wen Sixue to rest in bed, while he went out for a while.

As evening approached and the glow of sunset shone through the window, Yun Zhan still hadn't returned.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, Wen Sixue felt a little empty and lonely. She took out her phone to call Yun Zhan, but just as she sat on the sofa, she heard the sound of suitcase wheels rolling at the door.

When I turned my head, I saw Yun Zhan carrying two large bags of luggage and walking in through the door, with a suitcase about half my height dragging behind him.

She paused for a moment, then quickly got up, washed her hands, and untied her apron, which she had tied on while cooking.

Wen Sixue walked quickly to Yun Zhan's side, took a light bag from him, and when her fingertips touched the fabric, she couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have so much stuff... Don't you live at school anymore?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Sixue lowered her eyes quietly, her fingertips unconsciously twisting the fabric at the edge of the bag, her knuckles turning a faint pinkish-white from the force.

The tips of her ears were hidden behind her hair, but they still couldn't help but show a faint blush, and she even subconsciously softened her breathing.

After a few seconds, she slowly raised her eyes to look at Yun Zhan. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes seemed to be filled with a rosy glow that could not be hidden. However, she quickly lowered her eyes again, and when she raised them again, the light had faded, leaving only a few cautious probing glances.

Wen Sixue worried that her expectations were too obvious, and that if Yun Zhan was only staying temporarily and didn't mean it that way... it would spoil the potential surprise...

Yun Zhan placed his suitcase in the corner, and as he straightened up, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Hearing this, he looked at her and said, "We're getting married, so let's live together. I'll marry you after I graduate, and we'll live together from now on."

Wen Sixue's heart skipped a beat, and joy instantly filled her eyes, but she still nodded obediently.

"Um..."

Her gaze fell on the sweat on Yun Zhan's forehead: "You must be very tired. Why didn't you tell me? I would have gone with you to get it."

Wen Sixue quickly took out a tissue from her pocket, stood on tiptoe, and gently wiped Yun Zhan's face.

"You're not feeling well, so don't do any strenuous exercise lately. I'll cook for you later."

Yun Zhan looked down at her focused expression, his gaze unconsciously drifting downwards.

Wen Sixue wore a beige loungewear dress with a soft round neckline that perfectly revealed her slender collarbone.

The belt around her waist tightened gently, making her already slender waist even more taut, but it didn't look deliberate. Instead, it accentuated the soft curves of her waist and hips.

The skirt reached to the knees, revealing a section of fair and straight calves. As she walked, the skirt swayed gently, adding a touch of liveliness.

Wen Sixue's hair was loosely braided, falling to one side of her shoulder, with a few stray strands clinging to her neck, adding a touch of languid charm. Her originally pure and lively eyes gained a more gentle and graceful appeal from this casual attire.

She possesses both the youthful innocence and tenderness of a young girl, and the gentle serenity of someone about to become a wife; she is perfectly positioned between a young girl and a mature woman, making her exceptionally captivating.

As Yun Zhan watched, he unconsciously swallowed, and his gaze gradually became somewhat unnatural.

I had originally wanted to say something about packing my luggage, but the words stuck in my throat, and I felt that the air seemed to be a bit hotter.

She unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes before finally managing to find her voice: "Well... let's unpack our luggage and put our things away."

Wen Sixue didn't notice her strangeness. She just nodded and turned to get her luggage bag. Her skirt brushed lightly against Yun Zhan's arm, carrying a faint scent of laundry, which made Yun Zhan's heart beat a little faster.

The kitchen range hood was running at a low speed, and the warm yellow light fell on the two of them, enveloping them in the aroma of food.

Yun Zhan, wearing an apron, stood in front of the stove, stir-frying the vegetables in the pot. Wen Sixue helped by picking the vegetables. Her plain apron wrapped her slender figure, and her collarbone, exposed at the neckline, rose and fell gently with her breath.

"Honey, where's the salt?"

Wen Sixue bent down to reach the spice box on the lower shelf of the cabinet. The apron strap around her waist tightened slightly, outlining her already pert buttocks with a soft yet eye-catching curve. Her slender and straight calves, visible beneath the hem of her skirt, showed off her delicate ankles as she stood on tiptoe.

Yun Zhan paused, his hand holding the spatula, his gaze involuntarily falling on her bent-over figure, and his throat bobbed slightly.

The tender moments we shared in the bathroom last night uncontrollably flooded my mind...

Wen Sixue's flushed cheeks, her youthful initiative, and the warm touch of their skin against each other ignited a fire in Yun Zhan's heart, making his fingertips feel slightly warm.

Before she could even react, Wen Sixue had already straightened up, holding the salt shaker in her hand, and turned around.

The wisps of hair on her forehead were slightly disheveled by the heat, and she raised her hand to gently tuck them behind her ear, a natural movement with a touch of unintentional languor.

This flick of the wrist revealed her fair and delicate neck, the skin on the side of her neck tinged with a faint pink, even the fine downy hairs were clearly visible, and with each swallow, her Adam's apple bobbed gently, exuding an alluring softness.

Yun Zhan's breath hitched for half a second, and he even forgot to stir-fry the vegetables in the pot.

His gaze was fixed on her neck, and the soft moans Wen Sixue made when he kissed her there last night uncontrollably floated into his mind. A surge of heat rose in his heart, and even his eyes became more intense.

She put down the spatula, turned down the heat, and as she turned around, she met Wen Sixue's questioning gaze.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Sixue blinked, held up the salt shaker and handed it over, her eyes still filled with a naive clarity, completely unaware of Yun Zhan's strange behavior.

Yun Zhan didn't take the salt shaker. Instead, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her in front of him.

The two were instantly closer. Wen Sixue could clearly smell the faint smell of cooking oil mixed with the fragrance of her usual shower gel on Yun Zhan's body. Her cheeks flushed instantly. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Yun Zhan's gaze fall on her neck. The heat in his eyes made her heart beat erratically.

"Don't touch your hair."

Yun Zhan's voice was lower than usual, with a hint of hoarseness. His fingertips gently brushed against the skin on her neck, the touch delicate and warm: "It's so alluring that I can't concentrate on cooking."

Wen Sixue's ears burned from Yun Zhan's blunt words. She instinctively tried to back away, but Yun Zhan held her waist firmly.

Through the fabric of the apron, he could clearly feel the slenderness of her waist and the captivating curve of her body as she bent over. Yun Zhan's gaze deepened, and his breath became almost hot...

"Ah Xue, let me hold you for a while..."

Yun Zhan turned off the stove, put his arm around Wen Sixue's hips, and lifted her onto the dining table. Wen Sixue's legs naturally tightened, wrapping around Yun Zhan's waist.

This pose...

Yun Zhan wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck directly.

"Yun Zhan!" Wen Sixue was startled by Yun Zhan's sudden action. She hugged Yun Zhan's neck and was forced to look up. "No... I'm not better yet... Please, next time..."

"Mmm." Yun Zhan's head rested on her shoulder, like a deflated balloon.

Yun Zhan's palm rested on Wen Sixue's slender waist. Through the thin apron fabric, he could clearly feel the delicate skin of her waist and her slight trembling.

She leaned down slightly, her chin resting gently on Wen Sixue's shoulder. Her hot breath traveled down her neck to her ear, carrying a unique invasiveness, and she spoke slowly, word by word: "Next time, could you do it in the kitchen?"

The moment she finished speaking, Wen Sixue's cheeks flushed bright red, and even the tips of her ears turned a burning red.

The breath that came from her ear was too hot, like a fine electric current drilling into her heart through her skin, making her whole body feel tingly and weak. She was even a little unsteady on her feet and could only subconsciously lean against Yun Zhan's chest, her fingertips gently clutching the hem of his clothes, and her breathing became rapid.

"This...this is the kitchen..."

Wen Sixue's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, carrying obvious shyness and panic. Her fingertips tightened slightly, half-heartedly trying to push Yun Zhan away, yet reluctant to part with this closeness.

"It's...it's a place to eat, isn't that inappropriate..."

Yun Zhan didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter, gently nuzzling his head against her neck like a puppy seeking affection, his eyes filled with grievance and expectation: "But I like you."

Yun Zhan paused, his fingertips gently caressing Wen Sixue's waist, his voice soft and affectionate: "This is our home, can't we... leave traces of our love here?"

Leaving traces of love...

Wen Sixue was so ashamed she wanted to disappear; the bed sheet from last night was soaked through...

But... Yun Zhan looks so cute like this.

With eyes as bright as a puppy's... Wen Sixue was completely captivated by Yun Zhan's appearance, and her already wavering rejection instantly lost its conviction.

She couldn't bear to see Yun Zhan sad, let alone for such a request.

"There are neighbors around..."

They lived in a large, single-level apartment, and not far from their kitchen was another family's kitchen...

"Keep your voice down..."

Wen Sixue completely surrendered; the tingling sensation was still spreading throughout her body, and the hot breath beside her ear was still scalding.

She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed crimson, and finally nodded gently: "Well... okay then... but... but be careful..."

After the meal, the dishes on the table had already been cleared away, and the two of them went to the bathroom to take a shower together.

After taking a shower, Yun Zhan first wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked out. He turned around and saw Wen Sixue standing at the bathroom door, her skin glowing with a pinkish-white hue after being nourished by the moisture, and her long hair hanging wetly over her shoulders.

Yun Zhan stepped forward, said nothing, and simply took out a set of soft cotton pajamas and underwear from the wardrobe.

"Come here, I'll help you put it on."

Wen Sixue's cheeks flushed instantly, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she obediently lifted her foot and cooperated with Yun Zhan's movements to put on her underwear.

Has anyone ever dressed your pants like this before?

"No... I've been dressing myself since I was very young..."

Wen Sixue shook her head. Yun Zhan's fingertips occasionally touched her skin, the warm touch sending a secret thrill through both of them.

When she was putting on her pajamas, Yun Zhan gently helped her gather the fabric on her shoulders, his fingertips brushing against the skin on the side of her neck. Wen Sixue tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of gentle dependence.

There was no pretense of openness, no shyness or evasion at first sight, only the unspoken understanding that comes with long-term companionship. This intimacy was like warm water flowing over the heart, spreading an overflowing sense of happiness.

By the time I lay down in bed, it was already late at night.

Yun Zhan leaned against the headboard reading a book. The warm yellow bedside lamp outlined her profile softly, and her eyelashes cast faint shadows under her eyes. Her focused expression was exceptionally captivating.

Wen Sixue lay on her side, her gaze fixed on Yun Zhan's profile, growing more and more infatuated with it. Unconsciously, her fingertips gently pinched Yun Zhan's sleeve and tugged at it.

Yun Zhan looked down at her, closed his book, and asked in a sleepy voice, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to sleep?"

Wen Sixue bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed slightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, she spoke softly, her voice as light as a dream, yet each word was clear: "Yun Zhan... I want to have your child."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look Yun Zhan in the eye, but her fingertips gripped his sleeve tightly, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her chest.

This thought had been in her heart for a long time. From the moment she agreed to be Yun Zhan's wife, she had been looking forward to having a complete family with Yun Zhan and having children of their own.

Yun Zhan suddenly remembered that in this world, two girls can have their own children; he had heard 21 mention this before.

"Why do you want children?" Yun Zhan smiled and pulled Wen Sixue into his arms.

"I actually really want to be a mother... but I only love you, so I only want to have your child."

Wen Sixue leaned on Yun Zhan's shoulder and played with her hair.

“Before you were with me, I thought that if I couldn’t keep you in the end, I wouldn’t marry anyone.”

Wen Sixue lowered her eyes. She had really thought about it and planned to do it.

"Shi Mingyue and Pei Yanxi are richer and prettier than me. At the time, I felt I had little chance of winning..."

At this point, Wen Sixue tugged at Yun Zhan's sleeve: "But thankfully, I won..."

Wen Sixue leaned in and kissed her lips, a light, fleeting kiss, unlike the awkwardness of yesterday. As she pulled away, her tongue brushed against Yun Zhan's lips like a kitten licking them.

A gentle weight suddenly came from Yun Zhan's waist and abdomen.

Wen Sixue had turned over at some point, her legs gently parted, and she straddled Yun Zhan's waist. The soft hem of her skirt rode up slightly with the movement, revealing a section of her fair thigh skin, which tickled Yun Zhan's heart.

Before she could react, Wen Sixue's hand was already gently placed on her shoulder, slowly pressing her down onto the soft cushion at the head of the bed.

The warm yellow light from the bedside lamp fell on Wen Sixue's face, making her eyes sparkle with a subtle light. Gone was her usual shyness; instead, she exuded a rare initiative and charm.

"so."

Wen Sixue leaned down slightly, her nose almost touching Yun Zhan's: "Give me a child, okay?"

She gently lifted her fingertips, sliding them down Yun Zhan's neck until they stopped at his chin. Her fingertips lightly caressed his delicate skin, carrying a subtle hint of teasing: "I only want your bloodline; no one else's will do."

This position brought the two extremely close, and the faint scent of Wen Sixue's shower gel, mixed with the unique sweetness of a young girl, enveloped them completely.

Her eyes were full of earnestness and longing, but the movements of her fingertips carried a deliberate flirtation, and even her breath lightly brushed against Yun Zhan's lips, making the air instantly hot.

Yun Zhan looked at her face so close to his, feeling the soft weight around his waist and the delicate touch on his chin. The usually docile and obedient person was now like a little beast taking the initiative.

"You want it that much?"

Yun Zhan reached out and gently grasped Wen Sixue's hand that was resting on her shoulder, his fingertips caressing her palm, his voice carrying a slightly hoarse laugh.

Wen Sixue didn't flinch, but instead moved even closer, gently pinching her chin with her fingertips, her eyes shining even brighter: "Yes, I only want to be with you."

As she finished speaking, she gently swayed her body, her soft waist brushing against Yun Zhan's skin, carrying a straightforward yet adorable allure that instantly rendered Yun Zhan powerless against her.