Chapter 152 - 152 Impossible

Suddenly I feel awkward and uneasy.

"Feng Teng. Have your dinner yet?" I ask, not knowing what else to say.

He's probably burnt off a million calories running like Bruce Lee.

"No. I don't feel like to eat." He sigh.

"But you have to eat, your body needs the nutrient," I nagging at him.

"Hmm, I'll make you something delicious, Okay?"

He tightens his grip on me.

"Please no, I'm so comfy here," He pout.

So, I let him be comfy for a while. Sitting on his lap, my dress soaking to my body, my hair wet, and I just let him hold me as much he wanted.

But he can't be like this every time we're apart, because it will inconvenient.

We most certainly haven't turned to the corner, and I'm sorely disappointed.

So what happens now ?

As time passes by;

"Hey, I hate this song," I say quietly after we've sat in a tight clinch for an age.

"I love it so much because it reminds me of you." He whispers.

"But it reminds me of a man I don't that completely a stranger to me." Seriously, I never want to hear it again.

"Babe, I'm sorry." He nips at my neck, drawing his tongue up the length to my jawbone.

"Oh. My arse is dead," he mumbles.

So now you feel it?

Lol. This is the longest shower I've ever had.

"But I'm comfy here." I mock him.

He moves his hand and grasps my hipbone, causing me to flinch and yelp.

"Hey!" I cry.

"STOP! I need to feed you! NOW!" I cried as I try to wriggle out from his arms.

"Yes, you do. But now I want my wifey to stripped n.a.k.e.d and laying on our bed so I can binge on her." He stands himself up with me wrapped around his body, and with little effort, considering his injured hand and depleted body.

My Wifey?  Okay. That's fine.

And Our Bed? Seriously?   I  should files that away for now.

"Hmm. I'm all for that, but I need to feed my husband too." I've already caused him to run himself into the ground with no fuel in his body.

"Husband?" He smiles cheekily.

And I'm not going to be the cause of him starving to death as well. 

"Food now, loving should be later." I change the topic.

"NO! That's wrong. Loving Now, Food Later." he challenges me as he walks us out of the shower and places me on the vanity unit.

"HELLO! I'm feeding you. NO ARGUE!" I inform him of sternly.

He should know that I mean it and as I looking at him, noticing something off with his body.

"Hey! Where's your bandage?" I ask.

"No, argue? Ishk, "He picks a bath sheet up from the pile on the shelf and starts rubbing the wetness from my hair with his good hand.

That's could do with a shampoo and conditioner.

"It was getting in my way." He brushes off my worry.

Just then I start to get shivers, my soaked dress were rubbing on the goosebumps that are engulfing me slowly.

Feng Teng dr.a.p.es the towel around my back and uses the corners to pull me into him, kissing me hard on the lips. I catch him wince.

"Now end of. The Husband is rubbing off on me.'

"Yes, yes your husband wants to rub onto you," he whispers, pushing his groin into my thigh and taking my mouth gently.

"Feng Teng. Please, let me feed you first. Don't make me worry," I sternly persuade him again. But this time I add worry tone.

He pulls back on a little pout.

"Okay, okay, food now, loving later." He put his arms up as a surrender over me. 

Then, I smile as I satisfied with his agreeing. Another submission? This certainly is progress. Nothing usually gets in the way of him taking me wherever and however he pleases.

"Good Boy," I say, my hand pat on his hair.

"Good Boy?" He mocks.

"NO. I'm your HUSBAND," he corrected.

"Oh, hmm. How's your hand?" I ask.

He flicks his eyes to his fist that's clenching the corner of the towel.

"Erm. Not bad. I was a good boy and put some ice on it." He says proudly.

"You are a brave boy, I'm happy," I say.

He smirks and nuzzles our noses, then kisses my forehead.

"Oh...Come on, you need some dry clothes." He goes to lift me off the unit, but I brush him away.

"Why?" He scowls at me.

"Your hand. It's never going to heal if you're hoofing me all over the place.' I jump down, kick my sodden pumps off and undo the side zip of my dress before pulling it over my head.

And then I threw up over his shoulder and carried out of the bathroom.

"Hey, I like hoofing you especially." he declares before chucking me onto the middle of the bed.

"Wei Lin. Where's your stuff?" He asks suddenly.

"It's in the spare room," I say, recovering from my crashed land.

He stands up then makes a point of demonstrating his disgust with an audible grumble before he stalks out of the room and returns moments later with all of my stuff spread between his good hand, under his arms and in his mouth.

Afterwards, he dumps it all on the bed.

"There, yours," He declared proudly.

"Ishk," I grumble.

As I reach into my bag and retrieve some clean knickers and my oversized, black sweatshirt, but my comfortable cotton knickers are soon snatched out of my hand. I frown at the spot as I watch him rifle through my bag and pull out a pair of lace replacements.

Next, he hands them to me.

"Always in lace." He nods in approval to his demand, and I comply without hesitation or complaint, putting the lace knickers on, and then my oversized jumper.

Aigoo, he always impossible. I watch as he ditches the wet shorts and swaps them for sleeveless white hoodies. I can see a new definition in his arms as his muscles roll and flex when he pulls them up.

I sit and admire the beautiful scenery that lay upon my position on the bed before he picks me up again and carries me back down to the kitchen.