Chapter 48 Who has Nanxia ever been afraid of?
The two went upstairs. As soon as Song Yanzhi unlocked the door with her fingerprint, Zhizhi, who was already waiting at the door, seemed to smell her scent and immediately jumped out excitedly.
Its tail wagged more vigorously than usual, and it pounced on Nanxia as soon as it stood up.
"Sweetie, calm down, I missed you too!" She gently rubbed its head a few times, then asked the man beside her, "How's the injury on its leg? Is it getting better?"
"You recovered so quickly?" Song Yanzhi was a little jealous when he saw how enthusiastic Zhizhi was towards her. Distance really does make the heart grow fonder.
I brush its fur and feed it every day, but it's not as affectionate towards me as it is towards me.
"Then don't get so excited, let's go inside." Nanxia put its two front paws down. When they entered the house, she saw that it was still limping, and she felt sorry for it.
Standing to the side, Song Yanzhi looked at the dog with a face full of black lines. It was walking normally yesterday, but now it's limping again.
The limp is so pronounced, it looks like it might fall at any moment. Is it faking it?
This guy's a bit of a green tea bitch—Song Yanzhi didn't call him out on it.
Nanxia went to the doghouse first, poured a whole bag of beef cubes into the dog bowl, and then added two large spoonfuls of nutritional powder, dehydrated vegetables, imported dog food, and other things.
Because she has plenty of money, Zhizhi eats well and grows very strong, with muscles all over her body.
After feeding the dog, she went out and asked the man, "What do you want for dinner?"
"Whatever," he said.
Nanxia walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and found a variety of fresh vegetables and boxed fresh meat inside; the contents were quite complete.
He's injured, so it would be best to make him some soup... He needs to eat well so his wound can heal faster.
She took out a box of slaughtered chicken, and seeing that there were also shiitake mushrooms in the refrigerator, she took those out as well. She had had shiitake mushroom chicken soup before, and it seemed pretty simple.
Song Yanzhi sat down on the sofa and watched her, dressed in a business suit, in the open Western-style kitchen. One moment she was washing vegetables, splashing water everywhere; the next she was dropping a plate; and then she was smelling her hands in disgust...
It was quite amusing to see her so flustered and disorganized.
When Nanxia was washing chicken, her hands got all oily and slippery, which she really disliked.
She casually grabbed a large pot, poured all the washed ingredients in, added water and salt, turned on the heat, and—it was all done in one go, really simple!
"You're eating alone, so is one soup and rice enough?" she asked, looking at the 'old man' lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed.
"I usually cook four dishes and a soup." Song Yanzhi just wanted to see her wandering around the kitchen like a headless fly.
"Okay, okay... Four dishes and a soup, simple..."
Nanxia snapped her fingers at him with a confident look, then rummaged through the refrigerator and took out a box of beef, ribs, shrimp, and a baby pumpkin.
When Song Yanzhi saw that she had brought out so many difficult-to-make dishes, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. Had she been practicing her cooking skills?
Can you really make that?
After washing all the ingredients with great effort, Nanxia didn't even chop them and just poured them all into the chicken soup pot!
"What are you doing?" Song Yanzhi couldn't help but stand up and ask her.
“Cooking? I saw it done like that in the videos. As long as the pot is big enough, I can make you a Manchu Han Imperial Feast,” she said.
Song Yanzhi thought she had practiced her cooking skills, but it turns out this is how she cooks—it's like making pig feed, how can anyone eat that?
"Come in and give me a bath. My hands can't touch water." He said coldly before walking to the master bedroom.
Nan Xia stood there dumbfounded, blinking her eyes... What did he just say? Give him a bath? Is that something an ex-girlfriend should do?
Isn't he afraid that Lin Yi will find out?
Oh, someone as obedient as Lin Yi probably wouldn't do anything to him even if she found out. I could never learn that kind of humble personality.
When Song Yanzhi reached the door and saw that she didn't come over, he stopped, turned around, and coldly dismissed her, saying, "If Attorney Nan doesn't want to repay the favor, she can leave now. Don't be so hesitant here."
She's being coy and hesitant? Who has Nanxia ever been afraid of?
He's the one being stared at, I'm not at a disadvantage! She took off her coat and threw it on the sofa, rolled up her white shirt sleeves and went inside.
In the bedroom, Song Yanzhi took off his clothes. Nan Xia, who had been so proud and arrogant just moments before, saw him turn his back to her and strip naked.
She quickly looked away, her face flushed and her heart pounding uncontrollably.
After all, we've been separated for two years. Looking at him now, I feel a bit guilty, awkward, and unnatural, like we're having an affair.
Song Yan walked past her completely naked and went into the bathroom.
Nan Xia stared at him, frozen in place!
She swallowed unconsciously, and hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, the image of him walking past her just moments before kept replaying in her mind—
Only one thing was magnifying infinitely in my mind—
Her chest was heaving rapidly, and her breathing was erratic.
How can he be so generous and indifferent?
"He has no feelings for me anymore, he doesn't treat me like a woman anymore?" Nan Xia muttered, pouting. After doing some mental preparation outside for a while, she finally forced herself to go inside.
The man was already lying in the large round bathtub, the water was very clear.
He was tall and slender with fair, healthy skin. He had a typical inverted triangle physique, with a thin layer of muscle covering his chest, giving him a powerful look. He wasn't the kind of person who was overly bulky.
However, no one dares to ignore the sense of power he exudes.
Nanxia's gaze unconsciously swept over him for a moment, then quickly shifted away, trying to calm her wildly beating heart. Don't overthink it—
We can't lose face.
"My neck and shoulders are a bit sore today, let me massage them for a while," Song Yanzhi said lazily, leaning back in the bathtub with his eyes slightly closed.
"Can you enjoy it any more? Do you want me to massage you?" she asked with a cold snort, her arms crossed, wishing she could strangle him.
"Stop talking nonsense." He closed his eyes and uttered three words calmly. His injured arm was draped over the outside of the bathtub as he lay comfortably inside, waiting for her to serve him.
Nanxia stared at him with fiery eyes, bared her teeth, took a few deep breaths, and then squatted down, clenching her back teeth and placing her hands on his broad, thick shoulders.
She was massaging him with great effort, like a maidservant!
"Song Yanzhi, you're something else! Just wait until you're healed, and see if I'll even acknowledge you!" Nan Xia stared at his handsome face with fiery eyes.
Her mind conjured up all sorts of images of torturing this aloof man—
I really want to pin him down and bully him.
Then I saw him pitifully begging for mercy—
"Rub harder, haven't you eaten?" Song Yanzhi suddenly spoke up again, pulling her back to reality. She hadn't eaten at all, okay? She scoffed.
"I think you're just asking for it, not for being rubbed!"
Upon hearing her words, Song Yanzhi's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. "If you want me to do it, just say so. Maybe I'll take pity on you and grant your wish."
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