She guessed that Ling Han had returned, so she quickly wiped her hands on her apron and hurried out of the kitchen.
"Young Master, are you back for lunch?"
Ling Han had just walked into the living room when his gaze fell on the dining table not far away. There were three dishes and a soup on the table, with meat and vegetables. It was quite sumptuous, and his expression became more satisfied.
He raised his head and glanced in the direction of the master bedroom upstairs.
Ling Ling immediately understood and quickly said,
"Miss Ye went to bed as soon as she came back. Before she went to bed, she told me not to disturb her. I just made lunch, so I haven't... Look..."
"Bring one upstairs."
Ling Han glanced at the dining table and ordered indifferently.
Ling Ling quickly nodded and rushed into the kitchen. Two minutes later, she came out with lunch. She used a lunchbox to pack a meal and directly sent it upstairs.
When she went downstairs, Ling Han was sitting at the dining table eating. He glanced at Ling Ling and asked casually, "Have you eaten?"
Ling Ling lowered her head.
"Miss Ye didn't wake up. I called her twice, but she said to leave it. After that, I didn't dare to call her again."
Ling Han's brows furrowed, and there was a layer of frost in his eyes.
"Okay, I got it. Go do your work."
The bedroom door was slowly pushed open. Under the tailored black suit pants, a pair of blue home slippers rubbed against the floor. The movement was not loud, but it was a little dull.
"Ye Huanyan." A cold voice sounded from the end of the bed, and it seemed a little empty in the silent bedroom.
Ye Huanyan was sleeping soundly. When she heard this call, she thought it was a dream and turned around to ignore it.
Seeing that she was ignored, a certain someone's face became even colder, and her voice deepened. "Ye Huanyan, since you like this bed so much, why don't you not go to work in the future and lie here every day?"
Hearing this, Ye Huanyan suddenly woke up and jumped up from the bed. She sat in the middle of the bed with disheveled hair and stared blankly at the man at the end of the bed.
It wasn't a dream.
Ling Han glanced at her and walked to the side of the bed. He picked up the lunch box and said coldly, "Why aren't you eating?"
Ye Huanyan gradually retracted her gaze from his body. She lowered her head to look at the bedsheet. What entered her eyes was a sea of white. It was somewhat dazzling. "I'm too sleepy. I can't eat."
The mattress beneath her tilted slightly to one side. Her entire body stiffened. From the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of Ling Han sitting beside her. His black suit pants were particularly eye-catching on the snow-white bedsheet, causing a few creases to appear.
"What? Are you waiting for me to feed you?"
A spoonful of egg custard was piled on top of the silver spoon. The texture of the egg custard quivered slightly on the spoon as it hovered in front of her eyes. At the end of the spoon was a hand with distinct joints.
She was stunned and reached out to take the spoon. "I'll do it myself …"
"Open your mouth." Ling Han's cold voice stopped her halfway through her outstretched hand.
She was stunned and involuntarily opened her mouth. Then, the spoonful of egg custard was sent into her mouth. It melted in her mouth, and when it slid down her throat, she inexplicably felt a little sweet. Did he put sugar in it?
"I'll do it myself." She swallowed the egg custard and looked up at Ling Han.
He glanced at her expressionlessly.
"Do you think I want to feed you? When I'm not paying attention, you're going on a hunger strike. You're very carefree when you don't have to work, aren't you? "
As he spoke, he picked up the lunch box and wrapped one hand around Ye Huanyan's shoulder. Her entire body was wrapped in his arms. He held the lunch box in front of her chest and held the spoon in his other hand. He scooped a spoonful of rice and sent it to her lips. "Open your mouth."
His chest was pressed tightly against her back, and gradually, a trace of heat spread down her spine. His breath swept across the side of her face. It was faintly discernible, like a dream.
Ye Huanyan felt as if she hadn't woken up yet. Everything she saw was hazy, and she listened to his instructions. She opened her mouth, chewed, and drank a spoonful of soup.
After half a bowl of egg custard and some vegetables were fed, a trace of color gradually returned to her face.
Ling Han's chest left her back, and the lunch box and spoon collided with each other, making a clanging sound. He then placed them steadily on the chair by the side. He turned to look at Ye Huanyan and frowned. He took two pieces of paper from the cherry blossom paper box beside the bed and leaned over.
Ye Huanyan had an oval face the size of a palm. Her eyes were dark and bright, and the tip of her small nose was like that of a nimble little fox. Her lips were stained with light yellow egg custard, and her confused gaze was like that of a lost kitten.
Ling Han held the tissue and approached her. He originally raised his hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, but the moment he got close to her, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. A light breeze blew past, and she blinked. Her eyes were like a pool of spring water. His hand suddenly stopped and changed direction to hold her shoulders. He then leaned over slightly, lowered his head, and sucked on her small lips.
Ye Huanyan's entire body stiffened. The pain in her lower body had yet to disappear. She didn't want to endure Ling Han's love at this moment, but she didn't dare to resist. She could only let him kiss her lips and pry open her teeth.
Ye Huanyan's consciousness gradually blurred. How could this dream be so real?
Assistant Qiao's voice sounded from outside the door.
"President Ling, there's not enough time for the afternoon meeting. Do you need me to change the time with the client?"
Ling Han's hand paused on his belt, and he glanced at the door unhappily.
Ye Huanyan's entire body stiffened, and she instantly regained consciousness. She raised her eyes to look at the man on top of her, and her face was burning red.
"No need. I'll leave after I change."
His cold voice was accompanied by the sudden lightness of her body. He gradually walked away and entered his own room through the sliding door of the cubicle, leaving behind a clean room of ambiguity and warmth that hadn't had time to fade.
Ye Huanyan stroked the skin on her chest. It seemed like there was still some of his warmth. This was one of the few gentleness he had. Her clothes were intact, and her body was intact as well. Other than her slightly red and swollen lips, it seemed like he didn't do anything to her this time.
It really did seem like a dream.
After Ling Han left, Ye Huanyan went into the bathroom to take a shower. With the previous night's lesson, she didn't dare to take a shower for too long. She didn't turn on the aromatherapy lamp either. Looking at herself in the mirror, there were still some mottled bruises on her body that had yet to disappear. The pain in her lower body was still clear, but when she thought of the gentleness just now, it seemed like all of this would vanish like smoke in thin air.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
