Chapter 373 Look, I Can Be Full
Fu Linghe's car drove into the villa garage.
Yun Zheng was still holding a paper bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts in her arms, and the sweet fragrance of the chestnuts was still lingering on her fingertips.
The garage sensor lights lit up one after another, casting tiny spots of light on the silver hair.
She looked at the hem of Fu Linghe's shirt that was stretched tight when he bent down to pick up the shopping bag, and suddenly felt that he had carried the supermarket plastic bag with the dignity of a high-end handbag.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Fu Linghe gently nudged her lower back with his knee, startling her so much that she almost dropped the paper bag of chestnuts in her arms.
He chuckled and used his free hand to support her elbow. "Mrs. Fu, are you so overwhelmed by your husband's handsomeness that you can't even walk?"
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot, and she trotted over to press the elevator button, "No way!"
The elevator mirror reflected Fu Linghe's suddenly dark eyes. He suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It seems that Mrs. Fu is not very satisfied with your husband?"
His warm breath startled a small shudder. Yun Zheng shrank her neck to avoid him, but he blocked her way with a shopping bag.
As the plastic packaging rustled, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "There's nothing I can do about my looks, but I can work on my figure. As for... my skills, if Madam isn't satisfied, I'll have to help you personally."
When Yun Zheng heard this, her cheeks instantly flushed.
She was just wondering how to escape when the elevator door behind her opened like a savior.
Yun Zheng quickly ran away as if escaping.
The kitchen's sensor lights gradually lit up as their footsteps sounded.
Yun Zheng poured the chestnuts into a glass bowl. The golden brown chestnut shells still had the luster of icing sugar.
She was about to grab her apron when a pair of arms suddenly appeared around her waist.
Fu Linghe's chin rested on her shoulder, and the undone apron strings dangled in front of her.
"I'll help you." His fingers brushed the bow at the back of her neck, his fingertips caressing the indentation of her spine, intentionally or unintentionally.
Yun Zheng turned around with her neck shrunk, and found that he was still wearing a crisp shirt, with his cufflinks flashing coldly under the ceiling light, forming a strange contrast with his clingy attitude at the moment.
"Mr. Fu, do you want to change your clothes?" She poked his chest. "Don't be sad if your hundred-thousand-dollar shirt gets greasy."
Fu Linghe grabbed her restless fingers and unbuttoned the two buttons on her collar, saying casually, "That's fine."
Yun Zheng's eyes followed his movements, and when she saw his exposed collarbone, she instantly forgot to breathe.
It wasn't until Fu Linghe smiled and flicked her forehead that she came back to her senses. "If you keep staring, it will be dawn."
Yun Zheng blushed and turned around to deal with the sea bass.
As the tip of the knife cut open the silvery-white fish's belly, a warm chest pressed against his back.
Fu Linghe passed his arm through her waist and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater, which were too long.
The agarwood bracelet on his wrist swayed slightly with his movements, and the rich fragrance mixed with the steam in the fresh food area.
"Fu Linghe," Yun Zheng nudged him with her elbow, "I can't operate the knife like this."
The man behind her tightened his embrace, nuzzling her hair. "You can cut it. I'm not holding your hand to stop you..."
When Yun Zheng spoke, the vibration of her chest was transmitted through her spine, and she almost cut the fish's fins.
She turned her head to protest, but met his smiling eyes, the doting in them made her heart skip a beat.
As the garlic bubbles popped into golden color in the frying pan, Fu Linghe was leaning against the counter peeling chestnuts.
He peeled the chestnuts as gracefully as if he was opening a million-dollar contract. His slender fingers twisted open the hard brown shell and placed the whole chestnut kernel into a small celadon dish.
Yun Zheng stole a glance at his drooping eyelashes, the shadow cast on his eyelids looked like a resting butterfly.
"Do you think I can be full?" He suddenly looked up, and his silver hair turned light gold in the warm light of the range hood.
Yun Zheng hurriedly stir-fried the broccoli in the wok. "Who told you to stand here and disturb the chef?"
Fu Linghe chuckled, picked up a chestnut kernel and fed it to her mouth.
She subconsciously took it into her mouth, and her tongue accidentally brushed against his fingertips.
The two of them froze at the same time, and the crackling sound in the frying pan suddenly became deafening.
Yun Zheng hurriedly turned around to season the food and heard the sound of a Adam's apple rolling behind her.
"You are so skilled, the Yun family won't abuse you and let you cook."
When Yun Zheng heard the name of the Yun family, she couldn't help but pause. She hadn't heard of them for a long time.
I was a little dazed when I suddenly heard Fu Linghe mention it. "No, it's just that during those years when I was studying abroad, I couldn't get used to the foreign food, so I tried to cook it myself."
What she said was true. The Yun family had indeed never treated her unfairly in the past 24 years.
But later...
Forget it, it’s all in the past, I don’t want to think about it anymore.
The garden lights just came on when dinner was placed on the small table on the terrace.
Fu Linghe opened a bottle of Burgundy red wine, and the deep ruby-colored liquid swayed in the crystal glass.
Yun Zheng stared at the reflection on the rim of the cup, her fingers unconsciously stroking the lemonade in her cup.
"Just one bite." She raised her index finger, her eyes moist like a kitten begging for food. "To celebrate your complete memory recovery!"
Fu Linghe shook his head, shaking his glass. "Even after so many times, Mrs. Fu still doesn't have an accurate understanding of her own alcohol tolerance."
"Last time, the alcohol content was high, but this time it's low!" Yun Zheng tugged at his sleeve, "And I promise I'll only drink two sips."
Her raised finger became two, looking like a stubborn seedling under the light.
Yun Zheng almost cheered when the wine glass was pushed over.
She took a cautious sip, and the sweet and sour taste of the berries immediately blossomed on her tongue.
Fu Linghe propped up his chin and watched her narrowed eyes in satisfaction. Suddenly, he reached out and wiped the wine stains from her lips. "Wait twenty minutes before taking the second sip."
"Stingy guy!" Yun Zheng muttered softly, and stuffed a piece of fish into his mouth.
Fu Linghe bit the silver fork, his eyes as dark as insoluble ink.
She let go in a hurry, and the sound of the fork clanging on the porcelain plate made her ears burn.
When she took the second sip of wine, Yun Zheng noticed that the floor tiles in the courtyard began to shake slightly.
The warm yellow light cast a rough edge on Fu Linghe's outline, and the rise and fall of his Adam's apple when he spoke became unusually clear.
She unconsciously moved closer and smelled the faint scent of agarwood from his collar mixed with the mellow aroma of red wine.
"Fu Linghe." She poked the back of his hand. "You've become three."
The crystal glass was decisively removed, and Fu Linghe put his arm around her shaking shoulders. "Is this what you call improved drinking capacity?"
Yun Zheng leaned on his shoulder and smiled foolishly, "Because you look particularly beautiful today."
The alcohol made the truth bubble up like bubbles. "When you were wearing your apron just now, I wanted to push you onto the countertop and kiss you."
Fu Linghe's breathing stagnated, and he pinched the back of her neck and warned her, "You're drunk."
"No." Yun Zheng raised her head, and the moonlight fell into her watery eyes.
She counted his eyelashes and whispered, "Let's not talk about your face modeled after Nuwa, your hands are really...sexy."
"You said I met such a perfect man on my first marriage. In the future..." Yun Zheng burped, her eyes a little blurry, "How can other men catch my eye?"
The wine glass was suddenly placed heavily on the table.
As the world spun around, Yun Zheng found herself being picked up by the waist.
"You still want to remarry? You still want to find another man!" Fu Linghe's breath sprayed on her forehead. "It seems that Mrs. Fu doesn't want to sleep well tonight."
Yun Zheng didn't know whether she heard what he said or not, and she snorted unconsciously.
The man had no choice but to pick him up by the waist and walk towards the bedroom.
The sensor light in the master bedroom gradually lit up and went out as they walked.
As Yun Zheng sank into the goose down quilt, her fingertips were still hooked on Fu Linghe's shirt buttons.
Moonlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a mist over the overlapping figures.
She heard the soft sound of him unbuckled his belt, mixed with her own increasingly rapid heartbeat.
"Are you awake now?" Fu Linghe leaned over her, his silver hair falling across her cheek.
Yun Zheng raised her head and bit his Adam's apple. "Very clear-headed."
The scent of alcohol mixed with the jasmine scent of shower gel lingered in her nose. She bent her knees and rubbed against his waist. "It's just a little hot..."
Fu Linghe's breathing suddenly became heavy. He grabbed her thrashing knees and pushed them back onto the bed. "Stop it."
His voice was hoarse, but his fingertips gently brushed away the hair stuck to her neck. "I'll give you one last chance. It's not too late to go to sleep now."
Yun Zheng blinked her hazy eyes. The alcohol made Fu Linghe in her sight shrouded in a furry halo.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed his loosened tie, using the force to tilt her head back, and brushed her nose against his rolling Adam's apple. "Mr. Fu, you talk so much...is that not okay?"
The air froze instantly.
Fu Linghe narrowed her eyes, and the agarwood bracelet on her wrist brushed against her collarbone, causing a slight shudder.
He suddenly chuckled and unbuttoned the remaining shirt buttons with one hand, "Looks like someone forgot who was crying for mercy last time."
The moonlight streamed down onto the suddenly exposed skin, and Yun Zheng's fingertips curled up unconsciously.
She remembered the temperature of this body - in the nitrogen vapor of the hot spring, the red marks on his back where she had scratched him were particularly glaring on the cold white skin.
"Now you're scared." When Fu Linghe leaned over, his silver hair fell between the two of them, creating a small shadow.
He bit her earlobe as punishment, but when she trembled slightly, he used the tip of his tongue to soothe her. "It's too late."
The silk sheets caressed her back, and Yun Zheng vaguely remembered the melting frosting on the kitchen counter.
Fu Linghe's palm was hotter than syrup. When it moved along her waistline, the folds of the sweater hem were pushed up like blooming Epiphyllums.
"Wait, wait..." She suddenly stopped his hand that was reaching for her zipper, her eyelashes fluttering in panic, "I haven't showered yet..."
Fu Linghe picked her up and she was so frightened that she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
The bathroom sensor light came on, and the mirror instantly reflected her flushed face. Her messy hair hung on Fu Linghe's shoulders, and the collar of her sweater had slipped below her collarbone.
"Let's take a shower together." He kicked open the glass door of the shower room, and the faucet knob was mostly hidden by his silver hair.
When the warm water stream rushed down, Yun Zheng's scream was blocked between his lips.
Drops of water dripped down Fu Linghe's eyelashes and gathered into small streams on Yun Zheng's chest.
He placed one hand on the tile beside her ear and with the other hand squeezed a pump of shower gel, worked the foam into it and rubbed it on her lower back. "Can you stand?"
Yun Zheng shook her head and hung on him.
The scent of jasmine rose with the steam, and she vaguely saw the convex curve of his wrist bone, with a watery light.
As his fingers slid down the hollow of his spine, she suddenly bit his shoulder and mumbled, "...not fair."
"Yeah." Fu Linghe turned off the shower and wrapped her in a bath towel.
"You're not even drunk..." Yun Zheng was still mumbling when she was carried back to bed, her hair leaving dark stains on the pillowcase, "Every time it's me..."
Fu Linghe was wiping her hair with a towel and paused when he heard this.
He leaned over and supported her on both sides, water droplets falling from the ends of her hair into her collarbone. "So Mrs. Fu wanted to see me lose control."
Yun Zheng curled up lightly on her toes, and the belt of her bathrobe had loosened without her knowing.
Fu Linghe suddenly grabbed her ankle, and the agarwood beads touched her delicate skin, causing her to moan softly.
"As you wish." His voice was dangerously low, but the movement of untying the laces of his bathrobe was elegant and noble.
The moment Yun Zheng sank into the duvet, she saw a hint of restraint finally appear in his eyes.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the snow started falling again without me noticing.
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