Chapter 210 - 210 I, Challenging?

Since when?

I?

Challenging?

Seriously?

His accusations always impossible for me to handle.

Oh My God, his institution and accuses very hard to suppress.

Before I could argue, Feng Teng quickly hushes me with his lush lips, instantly I forgot what to say. He distracting me and he knows what he's doing. My chilling body starts to get aching and reacting again as his overworked tongue made me fall into his slow pace and lapping with rhythm but my hands still pinned over my head.

Oh God! His mouth is the most delicate and delicious thing in the world.

Afterwards, he pecks on my lips.

"Babe, do you want to know something? Since I laid my eyes on you, I knew you are the one for me," he says.

"The one?" I'm intrigued.

His persistence and insistence that I belonged with him at the beginning of our relationship have always been confusing to me.

He nuzzles my ear.

"Yeah. The one who was created for me before I was born to this world and only you the reason for me to live," he says in a serious tone, the one that means he is saying something only he understands.

Was he dead before? What does he mean?

"How did you know?" I ask.

With his sudden serious talking, I know that need to extract an explanation from him as much as possible. If not I won't be able to know what is his meaning about…

Just then he looks at me straight in the eyes. His pairs eyes are bursting with a deep meaning.

"Wei Lin. It's because the moment from the first I saw you, my heart which is dead before started beating again," he whispers.

As I look up, I felt like a lump was stuck in my throat as completely astounding by his revelation.

I could his eyes full of seriousness that forms the deepest from his bottom heart, and I'm overwhelmed by it.

As time flows every minute, I don't know what to say to him. And his eyes fix looking down at me, his weakness and fragile as if like I'm the only one able to see it and I'm the only one that exists for him.

Unconsciously, I pull his grip on my wrists until he lets go and wrapping my arms around his body, my legs around his waist, holding onto him like he is the only thing that exists for me too.

Yes, he is the only one for me.

And I don't know the whys and wherefores of that statement come from, but I know what those words hold and it does say it all.

I can see his trueness telling me that he can't live without me even a second.

But that also the same for me, I couldn't live without him either.

Feng Teng, he is my world.

He lays still over me and lets me squeeze him until my muscles ache.

"Husband. Can I feed you?" I ask but my thigh muscles start to scream in protest.

Then he lifts me from the bed, still coiling around his body, and carries me from the bedroom, down the stairs.

" I think I'm might going to forget how to use my legs in future,"  I say as he reaches the bottom and heads for the kitchen.

"Then I'll carry you everywhere for my lifetimes,"

"Would you like it that much, wouldn't you?" It would be a perfect excuse for him to have me nailed to him.

"Wifey, of course, I would love it." He smirks at me and put me down me the cold marble, the coldness radiating through my backside reminding me that we're both n.a.k.e.d.

Oh, what a shameless pair's!

Then Feng Teng makes his way toward the fridge and my eyes automatically admire his perfect muscle arse as he walks over to the fridge and gets ingredient to make our breakfast and a bottle of milk.

I slide off the stools when he put down the ingredient.

"Let me, I'm supposed to cook you a good breakfast." I shove him out of the way.

"Mr Husband. You have a seat," I command in my most demanding tone.

He grins and grabs his milk bottle before pecking on my forehead and walk to the stool.

"What do you want to eat?" I ask as I shove some bread in the toaster.

I turn and see him diving into his fresh milk.

"Scramble eggs," he says, blatantly trying to suppress a grin.

I snap and automatically look down at my n.a.k.e.d body. I've forgotten, I think should get dressed if I want fried anything.

Looking back up to him, I find he has lost the battle and is grinning, his face delighted.

"Hmm, how about this, I'll cook yours and you cook mine. What are you think?" I run my eyes down his n.a.k.e.d chest and raise my eyebrows.

He pulls his finger out.

"Savage wifey!" He accused.

Both of our heads snap towards the kitchen archway just then when we hear the front door opening. I flick my wide eyes back to Feng Teng who has a finger suspended in mid-air on its way to his mouth.

He is looking as equally Who Hell?

Immediately he jumping up, he knocks milk bottle flying off the island, sending it crashing to the floor.

It smashes and the milk liquid scattering everywhere.

Alert, I'm panicking now.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g hell!" He looks at me, all wide-eyed.

"Housekeeper Ling!" He yells.

Oh good! God, please help me!

Both of us were n.a.k.e.d and if the housekeeper Ling see it what are we going to do? 

She probably doesn't know about us yet. And would she think that I'm a shameless girl wandering n.a.k.e.d in her master house? Maybe I would judge as a p.r.o.s.t.i.t.u.t.ed girl here?

NO! NO! NO!

There is no way out of this kitchen without going towards the source of our distress. Shooting Feng Teng a stare, finding he is frozen on the spot, looking as torn as I am. Housekeeper Ling probably won't mind copping a load of him.

Just the I smile, snapping back to the here and now. I finish ogling my finely tuned man and peg it across the kitchen.

"Shit!" A stab of pain shoots through my foot when I look at it there a glass crashed scattering as during Feng Teng shocked state.

Why I didn't notice that just now?

"Ouch ouch ouch,"' I carry on my way, ignoring the pain.

Feng Teng follows up not far behind me, and I could hear he is laughing uncontrollably as we run up the stairs.

"Mind your mouth, my dear!" he splutters and smacks my arse.

"Oh! Goodness, gracious! That's hurt!" I shout at him.

Later, I hear the distressed voice as we reach the top.

Oh, what must we look like? I run full pelt to the bedroom and throw myself under the covers.

I'm mortified!  I'll never be able to look at her in the eye.

Just then, I feel Feng Teng land on the bed.

"Where are you?" He works his way through the covers until he locates me with my head buried in the pillow.

"Lol. There you are." He flips me over and submerges his face in my b.r.e.a.s.ts.

"My dear wife. Yesterday, you've upset the concierge, and now you've to upset my housekeeper too," He complaint but in making fun tone.

"Shut Up!" I throw my arms over my face in complete despair.

He laughs.

"Let me see your foot." He shifts himself onto his heels and clasps my foot in his hand.

"Ouch! It's bloody hurts." I complain when I feel his fingertip run lightly over my heel.

"For goodness sake lady, you've got a piece of glass stuck." He kisses the heel of my foot and jumps up from the bed.

"Where your tweezers?" He asks.

I throw one arm off my face and point to the bathroom.

"Make-up table," I grumble.

Gosh!  I can't believe I've just ruined Feng Jia housekeeper. 

This is horrible and mortifying. I've ruined her first impression as her master lady. 

Damn it! Damn it!