Xie Zhao did not move.

Cheng Yaoyao kicked Xie Zhao's arm restlessly with the tip of his toes, then moved forward. His snow-white feet, as white as mutton-fat jade, fell into his hot palm, and he felt his toes were cold.

Xie Zhao took advantage of the situation and gently pulled, and Cheng Yaoyao felt his body lighten and fall into his arm.

There was a faint rumble of thunder outside the window and the hot steam in the bathroom made my blood boil and my breathing quickened.

The surging yang energy from Xie Zhao's body swept over him in waves, impacting Cheng Yaoyao so much that every part of his body felt limp.

Xie Zhao frowned slightly: "Your body is so cold, you will catch a cold. Take off your clothes and take a shower."

Cheng Yaoyao clutched the wet collar of her shirt with her fingers. The V-neck was embellished with a row of tiny pearl buttons, and her slender fingertips were whiter than the pearls.

Cheng Yaoyao's peach blossom eyes flickered, and he looked at Xie Zhao hesitantly: "Wash together..."

The voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of unconscious charm than usual, hooking people's hearts like a little hook.

With a splash, hot water mixed with rose petals overflowed from the edge of the bathtub. Cheng Yaoyao sat in the bathtub with his clothes on. He unexpectedly wiped off the hot water that splashed on his cheeks and stared blankly at the bathroom door that was slammed shut.

“???” Before Cheng Yaoyao could decide whether to get angry or not, the door was slammed open again.

The lights in the bedroom behind Xie Zhao were turned off, and only dim candlelight like stars lit up, making the bedroom particularly hazy and romantic.

Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but smile on his angry face: "When did you prepare the candles..."

The man with a slender and muscular figure stood at the door. The strong wind outside the window mixed with the sound of rain could not cover up the breathing sound like a large beast and the naked and predatory gaze.

His wet vest fell to the ground, and he walked towards Cheng Yaoyao with his long legs spread out.

The thunderstorm lasted all night, silencing all the sounds of the world. The curtains were blown up and rolled up, slapping against the window frames, and the wind swept the floral scent into the carpet and onto the wheat-colored, energetic back.

Rose petals were crumpled on the snow-white sheets, staining the clear skin. The sweet and green fragrance of the flower juice was rich, and it aroused shivers in the nerve endings.

The candle wick kept shaking, and the candle wax melted, becoming soft and losing its bones, and dripping all over the ground, being kneaded into various shapes by the flames.

The rose trellis was constantly drenched by the strong wind and heavy rain. The fresh buds drooped heavily, and the cores of the flowers were filled with water and dripped down, almost breaking. The heavy rain had no pity on the flowers, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The delicate flowers could not bear the damage and the petals fell all over the ground.

…

It had been raining for a whole week, and the strong winds and rain had isolated the villa from the outside world. The big bed in the bedroom was in disarray, and a string of wet marks snaked along the walnut floor to the corridor. A crumpled nightgown was thrown on the wooden stairs, and the carpet and sofa on the first floor were covered with marks.

The various fragrances among them are not to be told to outsiders.

Cheng Yaoyao lay face down on the silk sheets, her thick black hair flowing on the pillow, with a few wet strands sticking to her snow-white back.

The wind blowing in through the window was not enough to dispel the heat. In her dream, she was held tightly in the arms of the big lion, kneading her up and down so tightly that she was so hot that beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Hot..." Cheng Yaoyao finally uttered a word after struggling, and then he was grabbed by the waist and turned over, and he gasped.

There was no such thing as a big lion. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of narrow eyes, with a fiery and unconcealed lust, just like a wild wolf.

"Xie Zhao, you... aren't you tired?" Cheng Yaoyao asked this question for the hundred and first time, pushing his face as if she was about to cry.

She was responded with a kiss.

Cheng Yaoyao shook his head and dodged, refusing to cooperate: "If you are not tired, then I am!"

"Today is the bridal chamber." Xie Zhao was in high spirits, like a wild wolf that had just started eating, holding down its plump prey and chewing it over and over again.

Cheng Yaoyao shouted angrily: "Your wedding chamber lasts seven days?"

Xie Zhao suppressed her restless little paws: "It will always be like this until it ends."

Cheng Yaoyao suddenly calmed down, looked at him sincerely and said, "Have you ever heard of someone dying from exhaustion?"

"Try it."

Xie Zhao's face was full of calmness and integrity, which shocked Cheng Yaoyao so much that he was speechless. After a while, he raised his thumb and said, "Anyone with a dream is great."

Xie Zhao just smiled without saying a word, rubbing his tall nose against hers affectionately, and giving her gentle kisses one after another on her eyelids, cheeks and lips.

Cheng Yaoyao almost fell into this sweet and gentle trap. She remembered the lesson and resisted vaguely: "I don't want to drink porridge today, I want to eat something else..."

At this time, Cheng Yaoyao wanted the moon in the sky, and Xie Zhao also wanted to pick it for her. Hearing this, he raised his head and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Cheng Yaoyao looked adorable as he tilted his head and thought: "I want to eat bread."

Cheng Yaoyao immediately added, "I want to eat wine-soaked grape buns, but they're not sold outside."

Xie Zhao's narrow eyes slightly raised, as if he could see through her little thoughts.

Cheng Yaoyao was furious at being seen through, and threw himself on the bed, "You don't love me at all, you won't even let me eat a piece of bread!"

As she said this, she crawled out and muttered angrily, "You're so hot, don't get close to me...ah!"

Cheng Yaoyao suddenly flew into the air and was carried up face down, kicking his legs wildly: "What the hell! You're pressing on my stomach..."

Xie Zhao patted her lightly, and carried the delicate beauty downstairs like a bandit: "If you move again, I'll throw you down."

Cheng Yaoyao asked expectantly, "Really? Throw me out."

Xie Zhao's lips curled up slightly, and his low voice sounded particularly dangerous: "You like being outside? Fine."

"..." Cheng Yaoyao didn't move.

Xie Zhao carried her into the bathroom, put her in a bathtub filled with hot water, and stepped in himself, splashing water to wash her long black hair.

Cheng Yaoyao leaned in Xie Zhao's arms, put some spiritual spring water in his arms, and continued to mumble in a baby voice, complaining about how Xie Zhao bullied and abused her.

Xie Zhao carefully wiped her snow-white, slender wrist. The spiritual spring flowed over her skin, and the purple and mottled marks disappeared instantly.

But on the slender and tender instep, there were still bright red teeth marks.

It seems that the bullying has really gone too far.

The villa's large kitchen is fully stocked with ingredients.

Cheng Yaoyao had just taken a shower, and her long wet hair exuded the scent of roses. She was wearing only a white shirt by Xie Zhao, and her wide coat fell to her thighs, covering her pair of crystal clear and slender long legs.

She looked at the pile of flour in front of her and cried, holding the scoop with her slender fingers and didn't lift it up for a long time.

My fingertips are numb.

Xie Zhao hugged her from behind and said in a low, hoarse voice with a smile: "Why don't you do it anymore?"

"Hmph!" Cheng Yaoyao tilted her head, thinking that her ferocious appearance made people want to bully her, and said angrily: "I don't want to move, help me add water."

She was clearly out of strength, but she still insisted. She leaned back softly into Xie Zhao's arms, relying on Xie Zhao's arms to avoid falling to the ground.

During these days, the two of them had been having a great time, never apart for a moment except for eating and sleeping. Even for meals, Xie Zhao had to carry her downstairs and feed her mouthful by mouthful. Thinking back on it, it makes one blush and one's heart beat faster.

Cheng Yaoyao has a petite and tender body. If it weren’t for the spiritual spring, she would have collapsed long ago.

Xie Zhao told Cheng Yaoyao to stay still. He scooped up a bucket of water with one hand, lifted it high, and poured it into the snow-white wheat flour. A round hole was smashed into the wheat flour, and water splashed everywhere.

Cheng Yaoyao said angrily: "Be gentle..."

Xie Zhao relaxed his efforts, and the water slowly poured into the flour, then rolled down along the snow-white flour hill and flowed onto the chopping board.

Cheng Yaoyao sighed: "You have rough hands and feet. The next step is kneading the dough. Don't use so much force."

The batter mixed with water is sticky and squeezed out from the slender wheat-colored fingers. During the grasping process, Xie Zhao pressed his distant hand on the dough, gently pressed it together, slowly twisted it, and then picked it up. The lump of wet dough became moist during the kneading process, shapeless, and slightly astringent.

No problem, add a little butter and stir well, knead repeatedly, the fat gradually melts under the palm temperature, seeps into the dough bit by bit, blends well, gradually, the sticky dough expands and becomes soft, and the rolling pin no longer makes a sticky sound when rolling. Then mix in the grapes soaked in wine, shape this soft white dough with your hands, and bake it in the oven.

This old-fashioned wall-mounted oven has a large capacity, and Cheng Yaoyao studied it with great interest for a while. He also said to Xie Zhao, "Finally, I have an oven. I will bake cakes and biscuits for you every day. Oh, and soufflé, which is my favorite."

Xie Zhao looked into her sparkling eyes with a smile, as if he also saw the beautiful and sweet future: "Okay."

"You didn't even ask me what soufflé is!" Cheng Yaoyao was unhappy.

Xie Zhao immediately asked humbly: "Sister, you know so many things, I have never tasted them, can you tell me?"

"No, I'll give you a surprise when it's done." Cheng Yaoyao raised his tail proudly.

Xie Zhao's shoulders trembled slightly, he suppressed his laughter and nodded seriously: "Okay, I'll wait."

Bread is not something that can be made in a short time, so Cheng Yaoyao decided to make something else to eat. She didn't even remember what she had eaten during her previous fooling around, and now she just wanted to eat something hot.

Xie Zhao carried Cheng Yaoyao to the refrigerator, opened it, and let her check the ingredients in it.

The refrigerator was full of fresh food, which was replenished every two days. Cheng Yaoyao picked a few dishes and said, "Let's have Western food today."

Cheng Yaoyao was in a state of being "too weak to be helped up by a maid", so Xie Zhao brought a soft cushion and let Cheng Yaoyao lean on a chair while he cooked the meal himself.

He was wearing only a pair of loose home pants, a tight white vest and an apron. His back view, as he stood in the kitchen and cooked seriously, looked masculine and charming.

Cheng Yaoyao couldn't sit still anymore, so he ran over and climbed onto Xie Zhao's back like a kitten, sniffing the pleasant scent from his neck: "I want to carry you!"

Xie Zhao held her back with his hand, and said with a hint of smile: "Why are you so clingy?"

Cheng Yaoyao pretended not to hear and kissed his cheek sweetly: "Can you cook steak?"

Xie Zhao turned his head and stared at the chopping board, the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably: "You say, I do."

Cheng Yaoyao lay on Xie Zhao's broad shoulders and instructed him enthusiastically: "It's not difficult to make steak. Cut it first."

Following Cheng Yaoyao's instructions, Xie Zhao cut two thick pieces from the whole sirloin and wiped off the blood on his face.

Put two lumps of butter in the pot, heat it to the hottest temperature, then put the steak in the pot and keep the steak in the hot pot.

Cheng Yaoyao stepped back to avoid the heat and said, "Pay attention to the heat. Just fry one side for one minute."

Xie Zhao's breath gushed down his neck, and his throat moved. He forced himself to focus on the steak. When both sides of the steak changed color, he sprinkled coarsely ground pepper and salt on them, then picked up the steak and fried the side until it was slightly cooked, then took it out and put it on a plate.

The aroma of butter and meat wafted out at the same time, stimulating the taste buds and appetite. Cheng Yaoyao was satisfied, but Xie Zhao, who loved meat to begin with, couldn't help but whet his appetite.

Cheng Yaoyao got down from the bed with a smile and said, "It's not ready yet. The steak needs to be left to fry for ten minutes."

Cheng Yaoyao slid downstairs as he spoke, rolled up his overly long shirt sleeves, and personally made a Western-style asparagus soup and pan-fried scallops.

This kind of Western dish may seem simple to prepare, but in fact it requires the most careful cooking time and hand feel. Cheng Yaoyao does it very well, not to mention that the ingredients are already fresh.

The kitchen table was covered with an embroidered tablecloth, and a rose flower was placed in a narrow-necked glass. On the table were seared scallops with a hint of yellow in white, light green asparagus soup, and thick-cut steaks with glossy fat in a reddish brown color, garnished with balsamic vinegar and mint. A straw basket was filled with hot wine-soaked grape rolls fresh from the oven.

The cork of the red wine bottle was opened with a "pop" sound, and the bright red wine was poured into the goblet.

Xie Zhao and Cheng Yaoyao sat facing each other and raised their glasses to clink lightly.

Cheng Yaoyao took a sip of the mellow red wine and put down the glass. Xie Zhao drank it happily and poured her another glass.

Cheng Yaoyao looked at the glass of red wine warily, his ears turning red as if he was thinking about something.

She picked up the knife and fork, lowered her head to cut the steak, and was distracted for a moment, so the silver knife only cut a shallow line, and light red gravy came out.

The chair moved and Xie Zhao sat next to her.

"Huh?" Cheng Yaoyao's eyes were confused and he looked at him in confusion.

Xie Zhao took the knife and fork from her hand and cut the steak for her: "Sister, why are you so weak?"

"I'm tired!" Cheng Yaoyao said loudly.

Xie Zhao forked a piece of steak and put it into her mouth: "You speak very powerfully."

Cheng Yaoyao puffed up his cheeks and chewed the tender and juicy beef angrily: "I want more."

Xie Zhao's hot breath was wafting, and Cheng Yaoyao hurriedly added: "I want more steak."

Cheng Yaoyao sat down with Xie Zhaohuai while she was eating. She had a small appetite, so she tore off a piece of soft bun and dipped it in asparagus soup, and ate two pan-fried scallops, and she was full.

Xie Zhao swept away all the remaining food. The steak was original and tasty. The pan-fried scallops were exceptionally tender, with the unique sweetness and milky aroma of seafood. The asparagus soup was refreshing and delicious, and it was best dipped in the soft, crispy buns.

Xie Zhao ate very quickly but not roughly. When he chewed, the veins connecting his cheeks and neck pulled, which was quite manly.

Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but touch his abdominal muscles. No wonder Xie Zhao has been eating so much these days like a perpetual motion machine!