Chapter 145: Fragrant Fried Chicken Wings (Please subscribe, please vote for monthly tickets)

"Send me the address, I'll leave immediately."

"Don't you know where it is?"

"Send it again... give me a sense of ritual for rushing over."

Less than two minutes later, another text message jumped into Dalongzai's phone.

Xiuyuan: Get ready, I'm coming.

Dalongzai, who had changed her clothes and come out, looked at the screen and licked her lips, her heart feeling as if it had been gently stirred by something.

More than half an hour later.

When the doorbell rang, Dalongzai had just dimmed the lights, lit the candles, and spread the blanket on the sofa.

The TV was still on, playing an episode of a late-night food program, where the steaming fried chicken was repeatedly zoomed in on, oil splashing everywhere.

As she walked happily to open the door, she saw Lin Xiuyuan, who had just been on the phone, standing at the door in casual clothes, his jacket still carrying the scent of the night dew from just going out.

"You really came."

Dalongzai, leaning against the door frame, raised her eyebrows at him with some amusement.

Lin Xiuyuan looked at her barefoot, her skirt slightly slanted, and chuckled, "You're dressed like this, if I didn't come, wouldn't it make me seem a bit unromantic?"

"Then don't expect to be too relaxed tonight."

Dalongzai, with a light laugh, dragged Lin Xiuyuan in, half-pushing and half-pulling.

Then the door closed with a "pop," as if shutting out the noise of the entire city.

The fried chicken on TV was still being wrapped in sauce, while inside the house, there was already a breath hotter than the fried chicken.

Lin Xiuyuan just wanted to speak, but was pounced into her arms, kissing while laughing, "Stop talking nonsense, use those eight-pack abs of yours to talk."

"Not waiting?"

"Did you go looking for a slut these past few days?"

The sudden sentence made Lin Xiuyuan laugh, and he reached out to hug her, "No, I just wanted to say that since I'm here, I have to visit your apartment first, and didn't you say you'd dry my hair? My hair isn't dry yet."

The lights were dim yellow, the background was the gurgling sound of fried chicken on TV, and the fragrance and ambiguity mixed into a strange atmosphere.

Dalongzai, who heard Lin Xiuyuan's words, suddenly raised her head, her eyes wet and bright, as if enduring, and as if inducing, "Then do you want to visit the clothes I just changed into, or do you want to visit my apartment?"

Lin Xiuyuan was stunned, and before he could answer, she had already stepped back.

Then, in front of him, she slowly pulled down that loose knitted dress.

A flash of vacuum, no inner wear at all.

Dalongzai, barefoot, her bare shoulders sliding out soft lines, her skin glowing with an extremely charming luster under the lights, every inch like delicate silk.

She smiled and spun around, as if walking her own fashion show. The dress finally slipped to her ankles, she gently kicked it away with one foot, and then walked closer step by step.

"I miss you very much, Xiuyuan."

Dalongzai leaned against his ear and said softly.

Her tone was no longer teasing, but hidden with emotions so burning they were about to burn up, "It's been so many years, I haven't tried missing a man like this; you really count as the first one, Xiuyuan."

Actually, Dalongzai wasn't lying, but what she missed wasn't just Lin Xiuyuan as a person.

There was also the possibility of that "youth."

During those nights in Lion City, after returning to the hotel and removing her makeup, Dalongzai would always stand in front of the mirror and look at her face for a long time.

Even though she had seen it countless times over the years.

But that skin, luster, and elasticity that had returned to delicacy really made Dalongzai have to face the words she had chatted about with Li Juli on the plane.

Originally, she just wanted to listen to it as a joke and let it pass, but after the "praise" from the staff, makeup artists, and stylists around her, Dalongzai finally discovered that this didn't seem to be a joke.

So when she faced the words Li Juli said, she began to be unable to sleep at night.

And when she returned to Seoul and happened to receive Lin Xiuyuan's message, that excitement and anticipation—if the other party hadn't said he was eating with friends, she probably would have rushed straight to him.

But it's not too late now; the other party is standing right in front of her.

Thinking of this, Dalongzai reached out and gently pulled up the hem of his T-shirt, her fingers brushing over the muscle lines of his abdomen, "What's there to dry about hair? What do you think, Xiuyuan~"

Lin Xiuyuan just wanted to respond, but was pulled by her toward the sofa.

In front of the sofa, she suddenly turned around and pushed him backward, and Lin Xiuyuan sat down heavily.

Seeing this, Lin Xiuyuan's heart shook: The sofa again??

But in an instant, Dalongzai knelt between his knees, like a docile yet dangerous little puppy, looking up at him, her eyes full of light of control and temptation.

"Let me confirm, is it your problem, Xiuyuan, or am I overthinking it."

After saying this, she still didn't give Lin Xiuyuan time to react or answer, and directly pressed onto him.

Her movements were as bold as a diva who skillfully controlled the stage, full of emotional waves that only women have.

A moment later, the blanket tilted, and the remote control fell.

And on TV, the narrator of the fried chicken program rang out inappropriately:

"The secret to being truly flavorful is to let the heat penetrate evenly into every corner..."

"Listen." She kissed his earlobe and said with a smile, "How fitting."

Lin Xiuyuan was kissed by her until his eyes were dizzy, and his breathing began to be chaotic. He wanted to turn over and take charge, but it was to no avail.

"Didn't we agree before? You can't move, Xiuyuan~"

Dalongzai, who was warning in a low voice, had a very charming voice.

"Then you have to give me some time to breathe."

Lin Xiuyuan said, almost suffocated by her kiss.

"That is of course..."

Dalongzai, who spoke again, leaned to his lips, "Not possible. Didn't you guys like calling me Little Dragon Cub? Dinosaur cubs are all very domineering."

Just after this resounding declaration, she completely released all restraint.

Her limbs became increasingly hot, along with the sound on the TV, as if silently recording every response.

Car lights swept past outside the window, reflecting the shadows of the two inside the house.

As hot sweat slid down his back.

Lin Xiuyuan finally couldn't hold back anymore, locked her lower back, and whispered in her ear, "Zhiyan, if you do this again, I'll really die on you tonight."

Who knew Dalongzai would look up and chuckle, like a queen announcing victory, "Then tonight... just obediently die in my arms."

At the same time,

Inside a black MPV driving on the Seoul highway, Krystal, who had just eaten her fill, was sitting quietly in her seat touching up her makeup.

After all, she had to throw herself into work as soon as she got off the car, and her state couldn't have the slightest slack.

She looked at the rosy luster on her cheeks in the mirror that had been lost for a few days and then regained, and a smile unconsciously raised at the corners of her lips.

However, the smile quickly disappeared, then she frowned slightly, fell into deep thought, and muttered to herself, "It really works immediately; it's too exaggerated. It seems I have to tell him tomorrow, otherwise if he messes around everywhere again, it will be troublesome."

Then she took out her phone and sent a text message to Lin Xiuyuan.

As a result, she, who saw no reply after waiting for a while, frowned slightly, and her finger tapped lightly on the video call button and paused for a moment.

Then she took it back and muttered in a low voice, "Forget it, he's probably playing games again; better not disturb him."

Actually, she herself was a bit sleepy. After yawning, she stretched, adjusted the seat to sleep mode, and prepared to take a nap.

After all, after finishing things and being exceptionally satisfied, one is really very sleepy, because both body and mind have been relaxed.

If you're not sleepy, it means that scene wasn't completed very well.

Just as she closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep, the phone rang suddenly.

Krystal glanced at the caller ID and answered the phone, "Hello, Jessica~"

"Zheng Xiujing, that little man of yours has returned to Seoul, right."

Jessica on the other end of the phone started with teasing.

But Krystal didn't feel any aggression; instead, she smiled and responded frankly, "Mm, just met, what's wrong?"

There was silence on that side. A moment later, she spoke, "Yah, are you that hungry and thirsty? He just said he arrived in Seoul, and you rushed over."

Krystal still answered unmasked, "Yeah, hungry and thirsty, so I just ate my fill."

Then she continued to ask, "Hurry up and say what it is; calling so late must be for something. I'm listening. Sleepy, hurry up."

Now Jessica was truly speechless. After letting out a long, stuffy breath, she said, "Help me ask if he has RMB cash; exchange some for me."

"You're out of money?"

As Jessica finished saying this, Krystal also stood up from her seat abruptly, somewhat shocked.

"RMB, my bank card has a limit, and the exchange quota is gone. I can swipe other cards in big stores, but when using it in small stalls outside, I don't have RMB cash in my WeChat."

"Don't you have a few friends over there?"

Facing Jessica's explanation, Krystal first thought of this, and then began to wildly wonder if this Unnie of hers was really going to go bankrupt, or if she had been taken away by a scumbag.

As a result, Jessica replied coldly, "Doesn't it count as a favor to look for others? Let your little puppy do it; it doesn't cost any favor at all."

Krystal didn't understand, "Why?"

"You've been eaten clean; can't you use yourself as interest and a favor?" Jessica's tone was righteous, standing completely on the moral high ground.

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"Yah, Jessica..." Krystal finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Mm, help me ask." Jessica continued to pursue the matter seriously.

"Do you need it urgently?"

"Tomorrow is fine."

"Then we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Inside Dalongzai's apartment.

On the TV screen, a high-definition camera was close-up filming a whole fried chicken being slowly put into a high-temperature oil pan.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of oil bubbles bursting penetrated the air, perfectly overlapping with that irrepressible sound on the sofa.

The fried chicken skin kept rolling and bursting in the oil pan, the golden crispy skin shrinking and wrinkling under high temperature, and a fragrance seemed to rush to the nose through the screen.

Lin Xiuyuan leaned on the sofa, the scene in front of him gradually blurring.

His attention had long since shifted from the TV to his side. Between breaths, that faint warm fragrance became increasingly clear, like steam wrapping around the tip of his nose, and then sticking to his skin imperceptibly.

Dalongzai wasn't far away. Her movements seemed casual, but it was as if she were inadvertently stirring a pot of hot soup that was gradually heating up.

She didn't touch him, didn't even look at him.

But that body temperature coming from her was like a warm current hidden in the air, making people have nowhere to avoid.

That distance that should have been stable was being quietly narrowed.

It was as if as long as she got one centimeter closer, she would fall into a situation from which she could never pull herself out.

Her hair occasionally swept across his cheeks, like seasoning that accidentally drifted to the side of the pot, seemingly harmless, but drawing all the scent and attention over.

Lin Xiuyuan sat stiffly, even his breathing lightened.

"Be obedient."

Dalongzai's voice was low, a bit hoarse, as if reminding the ingredient in the kitchen that hadn't yet been flavored at a moment when the heat had just been controlled, "The heat hasn't reached yet, let it simmer for a while."

On TV, the chef happened to start flipping the fried chicken, his movements steady and skilled, not forgetting to explain:

"True crispness requires precise control of the heat... let the sauce fully penetrate every inch of fiber."

The chef brushed sweet and spicy sauce onto the chicken leg, the red and bright luster almost tempting under the lights.

"Pop!"

The chef brushed a layer of sweet and spicy sauce onto the fried chicken, and the bright red color instantly wrapped around the entire chicken leg.

"See that?" She grabbed the TV remote control with a smile and raised it, shaking it between the two.

As soon as her words fell, she threw the remote control away, directly making Lin Xiuyuan dumbfounded.

He finally grabbed her waist in reverse, just wanting to snatch the remote control back.

"If you do this again, I'll really fry it until it's burnt..."

On TV, the fried chicken was served on a plate, the chicken leg wrapped in red sauce steaming hot, and the host licked his fingers and said:

"Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, rich sauce, unable to stop."

Past three in the morning, the city had long since faded from the noise of the day, everything was silent, and even the car lights that occasionally flashed past outside the window were as sparse as intermittent heartbeats.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open, and Lin Xiuyuan walked out.

Wet hair hung casually in front of his forehead, water droplets sliding down his temples, a white towel loosely tied around his tight waist, his bare upper body still steaming with the warm water vapor after washing.

His footsteps were very light, no longer as powerful as when he first entered this apartment, but carrying a trace of soreness and fatigue.

At this time, Dalongzai's voice came from the bed, carrying unhurried teasing.

"Xiuyuan, are you done washing?"

Lin Xiuyuan leaned against the door frame, looking down, only to see that figure on the bed casual yet not lacking in charm.

Dalongzai was wearing a loose pajama, the collar slightly open, revealing her collarbone and snow-white shoulders, her hair slightly messy, and her face still carrying the lazy look after experiencing the "great battle."

Her legs were crossed, her ankles slender, her posture casual yet everywhere hooking people's souls, like a quiet yet dangerous trap, reserved specifically for someone.

"Mm." Lin Xiuyuan responded softly, his voice hoarse and tired, "You're not asleep yet?"

"Waiting for you." Dalongzai looked up at him, a smile of unknown meaning hanging on the corners of her mouth.

A trace of tenderness and helplessness flashed in Lin Xiuyuan's eyes, but he still walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned down gently.

From these movements, it was not difficult to see that someone's shoulders and back were slightly stiff, and the fatigue belonging to that "fierce battle" just now remained on his body.

And with his arrival, Dalongzai also turned over, reached out to hook his neck, and the whole person stuck to him. The warm fragrance and soft jade carried familiar body temperature and faint fragrance, like a little puppy acting like a spoiled child, tangling into his arms.

"Are you okay?"

While speaking, Dalongzai's slight laughter, her eyes carrying slight provocation, and also seeming a bit shy, as if weighing his limits.

"Didn't you just experience it?"

Lin Xiuyuan chuckled, his voice light, but hidden with a bit of stubbornness and bravado.

As a man, he naturally couldn't say the two words "not okay," even though his sitting posture revealed a trace of reluctance at this moment, he still straightened his waist slightly.

Dalongzai hummed softly, the corners of her lips hooked, and her little hand reached toward his waist without politeness, as if to verify something.

However, just before her movements landed, an abrupt phone ring interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere.

She was stunned, then judged that it wasn't her own ringtone, and turned to look at Lin Xiuyuan.

The latter had already gotten up and walked toward the bedside table, picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, his expression slightly surprised.

"Who is it?"

"YoonA."

"Hmm?"

Dalongzai instantly sat up straight, spring light leaking out as the pajama loosened, but she leaned close to him without noticing, "Why would YoonA Unnie call you so late, Xiuyuan, you guys..."

"Don't think wildly, nothing."

Lin Xiuyuan gave a wry smile, then answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello, Xiuyuan, are you free now?"

On the other end of the phone, YoonA's voice sounded, mixed with noisy noise in the background, like the broadcast and human voices in the airport lobby.

Lin Xiuyuan subconsciously looked at Dalongzai beside him. The other party raised her eyebrows at him, her eyes as if saying "suit yourself."

Then he nodded and said, "Free, what's wrong."

"Come to Incheon Airport to pick me up; my plane just landed, and no one came to pick me up."

Lin Xiuyuan was stunned, "Where is your work team?"

"They are still outside; I snuck back first. Hurry up and pick me up."

(End of chapter)