Chapter 75: Balcony Kiss

A five or six-year-old little girl passed by and said to her mother, "Mommy, these two uncle and auntie are so childish, they're actually playing our children's games."

Bai Shuruo was puzzled; she was so young and hadn't even graduated from university yet, so how did she become an auntie?

It must be that Han Yangting pulled up the average age.

……

They played like this until noon.

Han Yangting had booked a sea-view suite at a hotel by the beach, and this suite had two rooms.

Bai Shuruo had also never stayed in such a luxurious hotel; after entering, she looked here and there, and then, without waiting for Han Yangting to speak, she said, "Brother Han, then you stay in the First Branch, and I'll stay in the small room."

They would live just as they did at home.

Han Yangting rubbed his forehead.

Why did he have to book a suite? Wouldn't a single room have been fine?

"But the sea view from the small room is limited," Han Yangting tried to reason.

Bai Shuruo didn't grasp his meaning, "If you want to see the sea, you can look from the balcony; the room is just for sleeping."

She put her things away and ran to the balcony.

The balcony had a table and small chairs; she sat on a small chair and leaned over the railing to look at the sea view, the wind blowing her long hair, the scene as beautiful as a movie poster.

Han Yangting couldn't help but sneak a few photos.

Bai Shuruo looked at the scenery, her thoughts drifting away again.

It had been too long since she came to see the sea; the last time she came to the beach was with her father.

"Ruoruo, what are you thinking about?" Han Yangting walked to her side and sat down, handing her a drink at the same time.

Bai Shuruo smiled and shook her head, "Nothing much."

"You have something happy but won't share it with me?" he asked.

Bai Shuruo had no choice but to say, "Alright, it's actually just some things from when I was little. When I was small, I came to the beach to play with my father and sister. My sister wouldn't play in the sand with me, thinking it was childish; only my father would patiently play with me."

"So you were missing your father." Han Yangting reached out and stroked the long hair on her back, as kind as an old father.

Bai Shuruo remained leaning on the balcony and asked Han Yangting, "Brother Han, was your childhood happy? Did your mom and dad spend much time with you?"

Having been a married couple for so long, she realized she hadn't yet learned about his family.

Thinking about it, she was quite derelict in her duties; he was so good to her, yet she was always afraid of him, always worried his kindness was temporary, and had never cared about his past or his family.

Han Yangting mimicked her posture, leaning on the balcony, face-to-face with her; this looked just like two good friends in their youth.

"My father and mother didn't spend much time with me; my childhood was also lonely," Han Yangting said.

Bai Shuruo was surprised and asked again, "Then why didn't your mom and dad spend time with you?"

"My father was in Africa, doing animal photography work. He didn't like my mother and would rather go to Africa than stay at home. As for my mother, she was usually quite busy and didn't have time to look after me either; my grandfather spent more time with me."

"Then do you hate your father?"

"I don't love him, nor do I hate him; I just pretend I don't have a father."

Bai Shuruo couldn't help but sit up straight and look at Han Yangting with sympathy, "Brother Han, I'm sorry, I... I thought that in this world, there were no fathers who didn't love their children, except for those bad people, of course."

Han Yangting smiled, then took the opportunity to pull her over and have her sit on his lap.

"Brother Han..." She felt this posture was quite awkward.

"You were the one who reminded me of unpleasant things; I need comfort, so you have to let me hold you," Han Yangting said.

"Alright!" She didn't dare move a muscle in his arms.

She even wanted to pat his head, but her hand went halfway up and she put it back down.

After a while, he buried his head in her neck, the stubble on his chin rubbing against her skin, making it itchy; she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over and subconsciously wanted to struggle.

Seeing she wanted to dodge again, he simply held the back of her head and kissed her.

Recently, these kisses had become a daily routine, so she didn't resist.

After kissing for a while, he finally let her go.

She was kissed until she felt soft all over and had no strength left to resist.

Only, her stomach let out an ill-timed growl.

They had eaten breakfast too early and played on the beach for too long; she was bound to be hungry at this hour.

Han Yangting heard her stomach growl, couldn't help but kiss her again, and asked, "Hungry?"

She nodded.

"Take you to eat a seafood feast?"

"Mm." She carefully climbed off his lap and then ran off impatiently.

Han Yangting shook his head helplessly, still wanting more.

……

Lunch was eaten at the hotel's third-floor restaurant; even though it was a holiday, there were very few people in the restaurant.

But the waiters were busy running back and forth, as if they were very occupied.

Bai Shuruo looked at all this and couldn't help but ask Han Yangting, "Brother Han, is this hotel preparing for some kind of event?"

"I don't know about that. When I booked the hotel, the front desk said the rooms were full; I only got a room because I offered a high price," he said while peeling a shrimp for her.

This suite cost eight thousand yuan a night.

"But there's clearly no one here," Bai Shuruo said.

"Don't worry about so much, just eat."

The hotel's food was excellent, all fresh fish, shrimp, and crab; there were crabs as big as washbasins, lobsters as big as basins, and the bursting-with-juice cuttlefish often seen in food-streaming videos, and the seafood porridge was also a specialty.

When Bai Shuruo sat down, her hands were already shaking from hunger, so she had a particularly good appetite today, imitating those on food streams eating cuttlefish: "Brother Han, I'll give you one that bursts in your mouth..."

Han Yangting smiled dotingly and watched her perform in silence.

Everyone who is socially anxious outside is a total nutcase in front of people they are familiar with.

The more relaxed she is, the more it shows that her heart has already drawn closer to him.

As a result, with one bite, squid ink splattered out, splashing across half of Han Yangting's face.

He immediately turned serious: "Bai Shuruo!"

"Ah, sorry Brother Han, I'll help you wipe it off." Bai Shuruo grabbed a napkin from the table, patted it all over his face, and then wiped it around messily.

Originally only half his face was splattered, but now his entire face was black.

Bai Shuruo looked at Han Yangting's face and couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

Han Yangting was furious and let out another low growl: "Bai Shuruo!"

She immediately stopped laughing: "Brother Han, why don't you go to the restroom and wash up."

Naturally, he had to go wash, and he also had to ask the waiter for a towel to clean up.

After Han Yangting left, Bai Shuruo took another piece of squid and bit into it; the squid ink didn't splatter, but instead melted inside her mouth.

"Ugh!" It was too disgusting.

She decisively switched to eating something else, king crab, with the crab legs full of plump, tender meat.

Large lobster, full of protein, dipped in garlic sauce, was exceptionally delicious.

This meal definitely wasn't cheap, probably two or three thousand, but thinking about how he was a construction foreman and earned quite a bit from a single project, she felt no burden.

Han Yangting was in the restroom at this moment, looking at himself in the mirror, his face smeared with green juice—truly ugly!

But once he thought about how it was that woman who did it, he became so tolerant that he couldn't even get angry.

After washing his face clean and returning, he saw Bai Shuruo eating heartily all by herself, enjoying the meal immensely.

He couldn't help but smile.

The two of them finished their meal and were just about to leave the restaurant when a group of people approached from the front.

Some were carrying cameras, others were carrying other equipment, and among them were two or three people who looked like directors, moving in a grand procession.