Chapter 161 The Young Master's Dieting Habits
The young master was holding his breath all the way back, almost turning himself into a pufferfish from anger.
Duan Mingxiao grabbed Cong Chun's coat hood and led him into the bedroom.
The young master said irritably.
"Change your clothes."
[Your clothes are all wet. If you don't change, you'll catch a cold. And if you catch a cold, you'll whine and try to snuggle into my arms again. This time, I won't let you get away with it.]
Cong Chun was still wearing Duan Mingxiao's coat.
The first snowfall came suddenly. Duan Mingxiao received a weather warning on his phone just as he was leaving home, and luckily he had an umbrella in his car.
Since the clothes outside were inevitably chilly, Duan Mingxiao made Cong Chun change into warm home clothes so she wouldn't catch a cold.
Although Duan Mingxiao was angry inside—anyone would be furious to see their partner going out with someone with ulterior motives, right?—the young master was still clear-headed.
Today, Mo Xizhi confessed his love to Cong Chun right in front of him, and Duan Mingxiao didn't even kick him. The young master had never been so pathetic.
However, Duan Mingxiao also knew that if he kicked him, he wouldn't be able to sleep in the bedroom for the rest of the month.
Over here, Cong Chun went into the bedroom to change into her home clothes and came out to see that the eldest young master had already gone into the kitchen to start making dinner.
Duan Mingxiao held the spatula, but it didn't look like he was cooking; it looked more like he was swinging a hoe at someone.
The young master was insanely jealous, jealous that Mo Xizhi knew about Cong Chun's past life before he did.
Dark thoughts were consuming his heart; he wanted to hide Cong Chun at home, where only he could see her.
The next second, Cong Chun's voice came from behind.
Duan Mingxiao came to his senses and felt somewhat regretful. He knew he shouldn't have done that.
That night, the two lay in bed, separated by the border between Chu and Han.
Cong Chun rested his head on the pillow, his cheeks pressed into a beautiful curve, and stared at Duan Mingxiao's broad back without saying a word.
Tonight, the other party didn't wrap himself in their hot chest as usual, allowing Cong Chun to catch his breath.
However, as usual, a delicious meal was prepared for Cong Chun for dinner, but Duan Mingxiao didn't eat a single bite.
Cong Chun wondered, "Is the young master planning to lose weight?"
But the young master isn't fat at all; his muscles are well-developed and look great.
But after not eating all day, isn't the young master really hungry?
The young master's thoughts were hard to fathom, and Cong Chun's head was filled with confusion, as if it were covered in a lump of paste.
Cong Chun lay on the bed and rolled around towards the young master, almost touching the tip of Duan Mingxiao's back as he rolled over the "illusory" Chu-Han dividing line.
Cong Chun sat up, his gaze falling on Duan Mingxiao's sleeping face. The young master had a high nose bridge, a smooth and sharp jawline, high brow bones, deep-set eyes, and long and thick eyelashes. He was naturally good-looking.
Although Duan Mingxiao had his eyes closed, Cong Chun's intuition told him that the young master was not asleep yet.
So Cong Chun asked tentatively, very quietly.
"Young master, aren't you hungry tonight?"
Duan Mingxiao had his eyes closed, but his ears twitched involuntarily when he heard this.
[Hungry, of course I'm hungry! I'm starving!]
However, to let this fool know that my sorrow is no ordinary sorrow, but utter despair, I have decided to go on a hunger strike.
[A three-day hunger strike! Three days! A full three days! Seventy-two hours! Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes!]
Unfortunately, young master Duan, out of pride, pursed his lips and continued to pretend to be asleep.
The next second, a "gurgling" sound came from somewhere, which was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.
Cong Chun couldn't help but smile.
She watched as her boyfriend, pretending to have just woken up, opened his eyes.
Duan Mingxiao usually trains a lot to prepare for racing competitions, so he would definitely get hungry if he didn't eat.
Cong Chun knew very well how it was to be unable to sleep when you were hungry; it wasn't a pleasant feeling.
Cong Chun could sense that Duan Mingxiao was angry; after all, the other party practically had "anger" written all over his face.
Grandpa used to sometimes make Grandma angry, so every time he went to the fields, he would pick some wildflowers by the roadside and buy some of Grandma's favorite fruits in town to make her happy.
Cong Chun thought of his periwinkle, but it was a pity that it was no longer blooming, otherwise he might have been able to carefully pick one.
How can he make Duan Mingxiao happy?
Cong Chun thought for a moment, then tentatively spoke again.
Are you asleep, young master?
At this moment, Young Master Duan finally spoke. He first snorted coldly, then his tone became sarcastic and undisguised, revealing his sourness.
"Hmph, even if I was asleep, you woke me up now."
The next second, Cong Chun leaned on Duan Mingxiao's shoulder and said a polite apology.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment, his heart softened, but he still remained stubborn.
"Why are you apologizing to me? If you like hanging out with him, then go out and hang out with him."
"I don't care."
Hmph, no one will care about me anyway.
A hint of confusion flashed in Cong Chun's eyes as he slowly explained.
"I only go out with Mo Xizhi occasionally."
Moreover, before today, he didn't know that Mo Xizhi liked him; he really thought they were just friends.
After all, no one liked him when he was in school, but now his grandmother likes him, his young master likes him, and Mengmeng likes him. Cong Chun is already very content.
Duan Mingxiao bristled at the mention of the name, feeling as if a breath was stuck in his chest, unable to come up or go down, like a screaming chicken being choked by fate.
The boy's voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming somewhat hoarse.
"Occasionally? Still occasionally?"
"You know it's only occasional."
"You don't necessarily want to go out with him all the time, do you?"
"Idiot, are you trying to drive me crazy?"
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, clearly taken aback by Duan Mingxiao's sudden burst of energy.
After a moment, he recovered. Cong Chun suddenly smiled and looked at Duan Mingxiao with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Young Master, are you jealous?"
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao nearly spit out two puffs of smoke from his nostrils.
"Jealous? You're only realizing it now?"
Should I praise you for thinking so quickly?
"You idiot, you're going to drive me crazy! I'm just jealous, I'm jealous of him, so what if I'm jealous? I don't want you to go out with him alone."
"He likes you, but your boyfriend is me."
"It is I, Duan Mingxiao."
"Cong Chun, take a good look at what your boyfriend looks like."
"Don't get it wrong."
As he spoke, Duan Mingxiao leaned forward and pinched Cong Chun's cheek.
Watch as I, this young master, teach you a lesson.
Cong Chun's right cheek was sore from being pinched.
Cong Chun wanted to tell Duan Mingxiao that he wasn't blind.
The two sat at the dining table, both wearing pajamas. On the table was a bowl of steaming noodles, with a heart-shaped fried egg on top of the noodles and a smiley face drawn with ketchup.
Cong Chun propped her little head up to look at him.
Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's gaze, and still pouting unhappily, he blew on the noodles while putting them into his mouth, humming and grumbling several times.
The young master washed his hair that night, and his dark hair fell naturally over his forehead. Wearing light-colored pajamas, the boy looked more obedient.
[My darling wife cooked noodles for me, so of course I have to lick the bowl clean, down to the bottom.]
Just now in the bedroom, Cong Chun said she was going to cook noodles for Duan Mingxiao, and the young master immediately stopped cooking.
After finishing the noodles, Duan Mingxiao buried his head in Cong Chun's neck, his voice muffled.
"Can you be this nice to only me?"
Cong Chun patted his head, his expression a mix of youthful awkwardness and reassurance.
It was their first time dating, each other's first love, and they were impulsive and naive.
I sometimes feel insecure.
Cong Chun pressed his cheek against the young master's cheek.
Are you sick?
The young master gave a casual answer.
"Yes, I'm horny."
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao's slender fingers lifted Cong Chun's clothes, revealing a section of her slender and fair waist.
A slight stinging pain came from his chest, and Cong Chun felt a little dizzy and short of breath.
I should have known better than to let the young master eat his fill.
Grandma said that you need to eat your fill to have the strength to work and plow the fields.
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