Chapter 107 - 107 Fo Ye & Xin Yue Scene

I pad back out to one of the two chests of drawers I had made in Tunisia. Pulling open the first drawer, I find three neat piles of boxer shorts, in black, white and grey, all Guchi and Ralph Lauren. All look was brand new.

I continue my way to the next drawer, which finding dress socks. Does he have them ironed? I open another to discover belts, all coiled neatly, in every shade of black and brown leather you could imagine.

He's a neat freak.

Oh, this is bad news! I'm shockingly untidy at my home. I shut the drawer, opening the last one, but all I find are sports socks and various caps. I proceed to open every drawer on the other chest and all occupied with an array of running shorts and vests. Giving up and with my towel still wrapped around me, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen, finding Feng Teng with his head in the fridge.

"I can't find my stuff," I inform the fridge door.

His head pops up from behind the fridge, his eyes running up and down my towel-clad body.

"I'll take n.a.k.e.d," he says, shutting the door and sauntering over to me with a jar of peanut butter.

" The housekeeper off today and the fridge is empty. I'll order in, what do you fancy?"

"You," I grin.

He smiles, reaches forward and wh.i.p.s the towel off, throwing it to the side and running his appreciative gaze down my n.a.k.e.d body

"Your Knight needs to feed his queen." He flashes his dancing eyes to mine.

"The rest of your stuff is in that great big wooden truck that you had dumped in my bedroom. What would you like to eat?" He informs.

I ignore him and shrug. Actually, I could eat anything as long it edible.

"I'm easy."

"I know, but what do you want to eat?" He asks again.

I must stop saying that.

"I'm only easy with you," I grumble.

Does he think I'm easy?

"Wei Lin. Now, tell me, what do you want to eat?" He asks again.

"I like anything, you choose. What time is it, anyway?" I've lost all concept of time.

In fact, I lose all concept of everything, every time I'm with him.

"Eight, go and dry your hair before I abandon dinner and take you again." He turns me around, smacking my backside to send me on my way.

I take my n.a.k.e.d body back up the stairs to fulfil his instructions. When I reach the top and take a left to the Master Suite, I glance down and see Feng Teng stood by the archway to the kitchen, and quietly watching me.

Then, I blow him a kiss as I disappear into the bedroom, just catching a glimpse of his knee-trembling smile as he vanishes from my view.

Half an hour later, I'm done dried my hair. I've cleansed, toned and moisturised, and I've even got a clean set of lace underwear on. Almost all my stuff here but still I couldn't find my most comfortable sleepwear here, P.Y.J.A.M.A.S.

Gosh, does SiSi forgot to put it in or what?

I can't believe SiSi my bestie has becoming Feng Teng alliance to move me here. If not how almost everything of my stuff here, I bet just a few things left there.

Huh, Feng Teng is an impossible man to deal with.

So since there no traces my pyjamas here, I just ambush Feng Teng huge wardrobe and grab his white shirt. But this time I don't pick the most expensive one, although I'm sure they're all pretty costly. 

"I was just coming to find you." He pauses from forking various dishes onto two plates.

"Mhmm...like your shirt, s.e.xy. " He approved. 

" SiSi didn't pack me, my pyjamas even slobby clothes," I complain.

"She didn't?" He raises an eyebrow, and I snap, I know instantly, SiSi did pack my pyjamas and slobby clothes since almost everything of my stuff here but just that didn't have here.

I suspect someone might intercept with it.

"Darling. Where do you want to eat?"

"I'm e…" I snap my mouth shut on a shrug.

"Only for me, yes?" He grins, shoving a bottle of water under his arm and picking up the plates. "We'll slum it on the couch." He leads me into the colossal open space and nods at the gigantic sofa. I sit in the corner section, accepting the plate he hands me.

It smells delicious and it's Chinese.

Perfecto.

The doors on the massive television cabinet start sliding across, revealing the biggest, frameless, flat screen T.V I've ever laid my eyes on.

"Do you want to watch television or would you prefer music and conversation?" He looks at me on a small smile.

My fork is hanging out of my mouth. I didn't realise how hungry I was.

I chew and swallow as soon as I can.

" Music plus conversation, please." That was an easy choice.

He nods like he knew that would be my answer, and the next thing I know, the room is swamped in the calming tones of JJ Lin.

This is a surprisingly comfortable dinner ever. I cross my legs and sit back. I made a good choice with this couch.

"Yummy?" He asks.

I glance over and find him facing me, one knee up and his arm resting on the back of the sofa holding his plate.

"Very, you don't cook?" I ask.

" Yeah, I don't." He answers flatly.

I smile around my fork.

"Why though? Oh, is that something you don't do well?" I came to a conclusion.

" Lol. My queen, I'm not that perfect as you always thought," he says, completely straight-faced, and his eyes studying me closely.

He really is an over-confident bastard!

" Housekeeper did?" I ask.

"If I ask her to, but most of the time I eat at The Mansion." He says.

I suppose it makes sense that he'd take advantage of the lovely food at his disposal. I know I would.

"Oh. Mhmm. Let me ask something. When are you going to reveal me your age?" I ask in a serious tone.

He pauses with his fork midway to his mouth.

"Twenty-iish," He takes his forkful of food, watching me as he chews.

"Iiiish?" I mouth.

"Yes,iish," A smile plays on the corners of his lips.

I return to my food, not in the least bit bothered by his vague answer. Because if asking, he'll keep evading.

Maybe I should try with my own lurking and tempting of persuasion or detective crime interrogation like in the tv dramas?

Haaa, or strip him n.a.k.e.d and cuff him on the bed or shoot a gun directly to him when he comes toward the bed like the scene from the late-night drama show, FO YE and XIN YUE from Mystic Nine on their wedding night.

Hahaha....I can believe I imagining those dramas scene.

UNBELIEVABLE

I drift into musing over exactly what I could do at that time, between mouthfuls of my Chinese dinner. I can think plenty of it, but I don't think could carry out with success.

Because  I believe he'd overpower me, very, very easily. There might get a turntable as the countdown is off the menu, so it's a truth make out then.

Grhhh. What should I do if my plan fails?