Chapter 239 Surrender to You
Although I tried not to care, in the ambiguous and sentimental atmosphere, the burning feeling still spread from the place where I was hugged, making me feel numb and tingling.
"Hmm."
When I felt being put down, the hand on my hip, whether intentionally or unintentionally, pressed down lightly before moving away.
Tong Wanwan's legs felt a little weak.
So... so rogue.
She opened her lips, trying to say something to ease the strange atmosphere.
But suddenly, when I lowered my eyelids, I saw that there was a bulge somewhere below Mr. Marshal's waist and abdomen.
Tong Wanwan: “…”
She raised her head in confusion and looked at Elvis.
He had silver hair and golden eyes, and was wearing a dark black military uniform. He stood straight, with a pair of narrow eyes that were cold yet mixed with a hint of tenderness that was easily noticeable. At this moment, he was looking down at her steadily.
No matter how you look at it, he appears to be a man of integrity and uprightness.
It was impossible to connect his serious expression with... the reaction below him.
The faint scent of sandalwood, carried by the fragrance of roses in the house, and a hint of the coolness of early winter, made Tong Wanwan stunned. For a moment, she felt her heart beating faster and faster, and her cheeks seemed to be burning.
"Ives..."
She murmured in a daze, blinking rapidly, and drawing her attention away from the overly handsome face of the silver-haired man, "Mr. Marshal, don't you want to eat?"
Elvis paused slightly.
He concealed the slight regret in his eyes without leaving any trace.
"Well, please sit down first and I'll help you get the soup."
The meals he cooked were simple: one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and a small pot of soup. They looked light and nutritious, very suitable for patients who had just recovered.
"What soup?" Tong Wanwan went to the kitchen to wash her hands first, then returned to the restaurant and sat down obediently on the chair.
"Yam and pork rib soup."
Elvis brought out the small soup pot, scooped a bowl with a spoon, and placed it in front of Tong Wanwan.
Tong Wanwan lowered her eyes and saw that Mr. Marshal had scooped up a lot of pork ribs and yam for her. The soup was milky white and exuded a tempting aroma.
Seeing her staring at him without blinking, seemingly a little surprised, Elvis said in a deep voice, "Drink more soup, and finish the spareribs and yam."
After a moment of contemplation, he added, "It can replenish qi, strengthen the spleen and nourish the stomach."
"Pfft." Tong Wanwan couldn't help but chuckle.
Mr. Marshal, not only did you learn how to make soup, but you also memorized the nutritional benefits of these soups?
So serious.
She picked up the spoon and took a sip under the man's expectant gaze.
The next second, his eyes lit up a little.
“It’s delicious!”
Ivis paused, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly towards her, his eyes filled with a smile that melted frost and snow.
"Mr. Marshal, you should try it too! It's super delicious."
Tong Wanwan saw that Elvis didn't get a second bowl of soup. Without thinking too much, she scooped a mouthful from her own bowl, sighed softly, and carefully put it to his mouth.
Looking at the spoon held by the white fingers, Elvis was a little surprised.
But there was no way he could refuse. Instead, he lowered his eyelids, opened his lips and drank the warm soup on the spoon.
"How was it?" Tong Wanwan couldn't help but ask, "Were you surprised by your own cooking skills?"
This delicious pot of yam and pork ribs soup was obviously made by Elvis, but she was also very happy.
"Yeah." Elvis looked at her steadily, his brows softening slightly, "It tastes good."
It was as if they suddenly discovered an interest in feeding.
Even if there were only three or two home-cooked dishes, they fed each other for a long time.
Been with the gentle and soft girl for a long time.
Even the stern Marshal felt that he had become much gentler.
Of course, only for special people.
…
After living in the interstellar world for so long, Tong Wanwan is still not used to using a hair dryer.
The hair dryer was so effective that it could completely dry her long hair in just one or two minutes, but it easily gave her the illusion that her head was about to be heated.
Rather than using a hair dryer directly, she prefers to towel-dry her wet hair until it's semi-dry first.
This little habit was also remembered by Elvis.
From wiping the hair, to blow-drying and combing it, he took care of everything.
Through the mirror, Tong Wanwan could see that the silver-haired man was holding the comb very attentively, combing her hair from top to bottom very carefully.
But when the Marshal was doing these things, it seemed like he was carrying out a very important task that could not be taken lightly.
The silver-haired man had cold eyes, and from head to toe he exuded an aura of abstinence and restraint that made Tong Wanwan's heart itch.
The fingers holding the comb are slender and perfect, and the fingertips seem to glow, like the smoothest and most beautiful cold jade, which can make any picky hand control person in the world linger on it.
"Wanwan, should I wear it draped over my head or tied up?"
Elvis helped her straighten her dried hair.
From his perspective, he felt that the black hair was like the most elegant nebula, or the softest veil. If he picked up a strand of it at random, the overly soft touch would cause it to slide slowly through his palm.
If others are like a colorful painting, then...
What Elvis wants to hold in his hands forever is the quiet and independent, purest, most special and most stunning color.
What a pity.
It's his hair color and eye color, not black.
Tong Wanwan touched the tip of her nose, a little embarrassed. "Please tie it up. Thank you, Mr. Marshal."
Although these things were all asked by Elvis, she still found it incredible.
The federal marshal was combing her hair!
Just now, I patiently helped her dry it bit by bit with a towel.
It really made her heart beat faster.
"good."
Elvis pursed his lips imperceptibly and became more serious.
He has also learned from the instructional videos on how to tie hair.
His fingers were extremely flexible, and after trying it once, he became more and more skilled, and he braided a beautiful fishbone low ponytail for her.
Tong Wanwan was a little surprised. She widened her eyes slightly, picked up the small mirror, and turned to take a look. "It looks great! Mr. Marshal, you are amazing!"
...I was praised again.
Ivis coughed lightly and looked calm, "It's okay."
After her long black hair was tied up, Tong Wanwan's face was clearly revealed.
There was a shimmering light in her eyes, the corners of her eyes were curved, and the soft corners of her eyes seemed to be tinged with a hint of red that made him feel itchy.
Tong Wanwan just looked at him obediently through the mirror.
But Elvis saw in those pure black eyes the indulgence and attachment that she had no time to take away.
It dazzled him.
His eyes could only see the girl whose only glance and smile were extremely charming. His heart was beating wildly, and the "thump, thump, thump" sound of his heartbeat was jumping in his ears, as if urging him to abandon all the hurried and messy thoughts.
Surrender, surrender, surrender.
The only way left is to surrender.
Follow your heart and do something.
(End of this chapter)
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