Chapter 108 - 108 Love Being Here

"Babe?" He called.

I look up, finding Feng Teng and his frown line as he studying me.

"Yes?" I reply immediately.

"Are you dreaming?" he asks, his voice comes with concern.

"Sorry." I put my fork down.

"I was a bit distracted." I sigh.

"Yeah. I thought you reached somewhere already." He takes my plate and slides it onto the coffee table.

"Tell me. Where were you been?" He reaches over to pull me into his lap.

I snuggle happily.

"Nowhere," I answer cheekily.

He shifts up the sofa, taking my place in the corner, positioning me under his arm. I rest my cheek on his bare chest, throw my leg over his groin and inhale him in his entire freshwater splendour.

I sigh, letting the soft music and the feel of him ease me into a peaceful rest.

"Babe, I love having you here with me." he says quietly, playing with a lock of my hair.

I really love being here too, but not as his ready doll.

Would we always be like this even after marriage?

In future, I believe I could do exactly like this, day in, day out and it's been a lovely day.

But with his over-possessive, freaking controlling, unreasonable at some point from the side of him? I wonder would I be okay with it? 

I sigh, what should I do?

I run my finger along the line of his scar.

"Feng Teng, I love being here too."

I whisper. I really do, especially when he's gentle and caring like this.

"Good. So should we move faster about the wedding to next month?" He asks.

What? Next month?

"Err, that's would be impossible dear," I say.

" I'm as your man, nothing impossible here." He reminds me of the power he that he posses.

" NO. Let take it slowly. There's a lot of things we need to consider and rearrange before we could start the wedding plan. And my parent, I didn't even tell them about us yet. So let take it slow, okay?" I explain and at the same time, I hope he will listen to me about this.

"Hmm." He just hmm. 

I couldn't read what he thought about it.

"Haa...Dear, why not you tell me about how you got this." I change the topic and point at his deep scar.

He reaches down, clasping my hand to prevent any further touching of the area.

"Darling, sorry. I really not going talking about it." He says in soft warn.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry." I feel bad.

That was a plea. Something terrible has happened to him, and it makes me feel sick to know that he was hurt in some way.

He pulls my hand up to his face and kisses my palm.

"Please, don't be sorry. It's not something that's important to the here and now. Dragging up my past serves no purpose other than to remind me of it." He says in an apologetic tone.

His past? So, is that his past is that terrible?

Well, everyone has a past, but the way he said it and the fact that we're talking about a vicious scar here makes me really nervous.

I look up at him.

"What did you mean when you said that things are easier to bear when I'm here with you?" I ask.

He looks down and places his hand on the back of my head, pushing my cheek back down to his chest.

"It means I like having you around." His tone is dismissive.

I don't believe him for a minute, but I won't make a fuss about it anyway. 

I push my lips into the void between his pecs, nuzzling into him while giving myself a mental ticking off.  I'm basking in the sun on his central galaxy nine, and I'm loving every minute of it, until the need for another countdown or reminder lovemaking.

And it will come, I have no doubt.

As sunrise up, I wake abruptly and sit up in bed. This morning I feel very refreshed, revitalised and rested. Oh my god, this bed is way too comfortable.

Just sleeping on it for a few nights here, I already comfortable and addicted to it. Especially when there's a trace of Feng Teng scent which I adored so much.

But right now I just realised that Feng Teng already missing from the bed.

Where is he going? I wonder.,

I peek under the covers, finding I'm still in my underwear, but the shirt has been removed. I don't remember when I'm coming to bed. I sit quietly for a few moments, listening to a constant whirring sound, accompanied by a consistent thud, thud, thud in the distance.

What is that sound?

I make the long journey to the edge of the bed and out onto the landing, where the sounds are slightly louder but still muffled. I scan the space below, seeing no sign of him.

Deciding he must be in the kitchen, I make my way down the stairs, but as I approach the archway into the kitchen, I stop and backtrack.

I look through the glass door to the gym, set on an angle just before the kitchen, and find Feng Teng in a pair of running shorts, going hell for running on the treadmill.

Well, that explains the strange distant noise. I watch him running with his back to me, his solid expanse of skin shimmering with sweat beads as he watches the sports news on the suspended T.V in front of him.

I leave him be in his morning run.

Plus I've already disturbed one run. I make my way into the kitchen to fill the kettle and go about making myself a coffee. It's a homemade coffee by Miss Bei.

The familiar sound of my phones ring tone fills the room, and I look across the kitchen to see it charging on the worktop. I scoop it up and disconnect it from the charger.

Yes. It's my mother. I'm promptly reminded of her call to me yesterday, but the one that I've not yet returned.

Now I'm wide awake, plus with good mood is instantly drowned out.

"Hello, mom."  I greet cheerfully, screwing my face up in apprehension.

Here come the twenty questions. Ready?

"Oh, you're alive there. Hubby, cancel the search report. I've found her! Your greatest daughter," She sneered.

I roll my eyes at my mom jokes. Obviously, she was expecting a call back before now.

"Okay, mom. It's very funny. Let go direct to the point, what Mo Yuan wants by calling you?"

"I have no idea. As I remember in the past, he never called us once when you guys were together. But yesterday, he called asked us how we were, made small talk, you know. All of sudden, was all very strange. So why is he calling us, Xiao Wei,?" She asks me back.

"Mom, if you asked me back, how I'm supposed to answer then. I don't even know why though." I m.o.a.n tiredly.

But I suspect I do know a bit. I think he's on getting me back mission.

"Oh, he does asking me if you have anyone yet," Mom spill.

"He did ask that? Seriously?" My tone is high pitched, a complete give away to my surprise and probably my guilt too.

Damn you, Feng Teng, for intercepting my phone yesterday. So now I'm supposed to deny or explain to my mom? Plus if I didn't even explain about the mystery man who answered my phone yesterday, mom might guess that's I'm trying to fools her.

"Yes, he said he wants to know if you have someone in your life yet." She says

"He's crazy. Then what did you tell him?" I do a quick check over my shoulder to make sure I'm still alone.

"Who was that man who answered your phone?" She shoots me the most question that I expected,

"I told you, mom. That's just a friend. Please don't change my question." I say.

"You don't lie?" She reconfirms.

"Yes, mom. I am." But my hands are twirling my hair. That was the sign when I'm lying. I relief that she on the phone, not here.

"Good. You're in your early twenties, in Shanghai alone and just start to build up your career. So don't be falling into the arms of the first man that shows you a bit of attention. Understand?" She says in advice and warns tone.