Chapter 231 - Chapter 231: I'm Cold; I Came over to Get Warm

Chapter 231: I’m Cold; I Came over to Get Warm

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the evening, Wen Yanqing returned to his residence and smelled the fragrance of food the moment he opened the door.

When Lin Gantang heard the sound, she stuck her head out to take a look. She was still holding a plate of stir-fried green vegetables. She beamed at him. “You’re back? The timing is just right. Come and eat.”

At that moment, Wen Yanqing felt a warm current spreading through his veins, slowly nourishing him.

In the past, Lin Gantang didn’t even know his preferences, but now she knew that he liked braised pork ribs, steamed eggs, and rice that was slightly hard.

Therefore, he was not the only one who was moving forward in this relationship – she was also doing her best to repay his love little by little.

“You’ve been eating western food for so many days. You must be tired of it?” Lin Gantang’s eyes were dancing as she scooped rice for him. “It’s just nice that I was free, so I tried to cook. However, I’m a little rusty. Furthermore, the kitchen utensils here aren’t very handy.”

Lin Gantang’s cooking skills were not as good as Wen Yanqing’s. The taste was more ordinary, but Wen Yanqing liked it very much. He knew that Lin Gantang had put in a lot of effort to make it.

The two of them ate, sitting facing each other. Lin Gantang, who had a small appetite, was the first to finish her meal. Beneath the dining table, she used her foot to hook Wen Yanqing’s trousers. She said coquettishly, “I don’t wash dishes. I hate washing dishes the most.”

“Alright.” Wen Yanqing smiled and took the opportunity to remind her, “It’s cold. Put on your socks.”

Lin Gantang deliberately put her fair foot into his pants and pressed it against his calf. “Is it cold? Not at all.”

The warm touch grazed his skin. Wen Yanqing felt helpless. “Don’t feel around.

I haven’t finished eating yet.”

“Then eat. You don’t need your legs to eat anyway.” Lin Gantang was amused and deliberately rubbed against him.

Wen Yanqing had no choice but to let her.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the time spent on the business trip had passed. Lin Gantang would cook dinner and wait for him every night. They would either frolic about together or be affectionate with each other until they fell asleep in each other’s arms at night. Then, in the morning, she would tidy up his clothes and send him off.

In this hotel suite, he felt calm and warm. Every moment was wrapped in the softness released by the other party.

Wen Yanqing could finally kiss her goodnight before bed and see her peaceful sleeping face the moment he opened his eyes, just as he had hoped for in the past.

He liked the way Lin Gantang solemnly put a tie on for him, and the way her fingers gently stroked his wet hair as she dried it.

He liked the tender kiss she gave him before he left the house, and he liked the light in her eyes when he returned.

Like a married couple.

Sometimes, he would think that it would be great if it could always be like this. He couldn’t help but look forward to the days when Lin Gantang moved to his house in Yuanshui River.

He no longer paid attention to the anonymous email lying in his mailbox. The intense emotions he had when he saw the email that day had already been calmed, and he did not want to bring it up to Lin Gantang.

It didn’t matter anymore. She was by his side now. She had only him in her eyes. She would respond to his requests and lean on his shoulder wholeheartedly.

He gazed at her affectionately.

Lin Gantang, who was under the blanket, shifted her gaze and pretended to sneakily reach out to his pants. Wen Yanqing grabbed her and deliberately smiled at her. “Are you trying to take advantage of me?”

Lin Gantang refused to admit it. “Bah! Who wants to take advantage of you? I just want to see if you’re wearing the underwear I bought.”

“Then why are you rubbing against me?” Wen Yanqing asked.

“I’m cold,” Lin Gantang said stubbornly. “I came over to get warm.”

“I see.” Wen Yanqing grabbed the blanket and wrapped her up like a silkworm pupa. His dimples seemed to be arrogantly mocking her poor excuse. “You’re not cold now, are you?”

“Ahhhhh! Wen Yanqing!” Lin Gantang, who was unable to move, went crazy. “I’ll beat you to death!”

Wen Yanqing laughed loudly without any fear..