Chapter 141

"..." Su Ruoyun.

She had an urge to close the door directly.

These words were the truth, not Huo Jingcheng's deliberate nonsense, but "based on reason," without a trace of water.

Because Su Ruoyun had played the piano for many years, her fingertips inevitably had thin calluses. Compared to Huo Jingcheng "fending for himself," it was indeed more /pleasurable/ to touch.

But being said so straightforwardly, Su Ruoyun was slightly embarrassed, her ears dyed red, hot as if they were about to burn.

What do you mean by "pleasurable to touch"? Can't you use better words?

She subconsciously pursed her lips, trying to hide the panic caused by this sentence. Not speaking and letting him "take advantage" for nothing made Su Ruoyun feel aggrieved, so she could only secretly roll her eyes.

This scene was taken in by Huo Jingcheng, a smile overflowing in his eyes. He put one hand on the door panel, only feeling that his girlfriend was cute to death.

Su Ruoyun tried her best to control her emotions, feigning composure. On the surface, she still lifted her chin, her back straight, refusing to show weakness in front of him: "In your first thirty years, have you never been /pleasurable/?"

As her voice fell, she didn't get an answer from Huo Jingcheng, only seeing him lower his head, silent. Su Ruoyun furrowed her brows, just about to open her mouth to remind him to speak.

Without warning, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand, pressed his left hand onto the door panel, and the door was pushed open from the outside in by a force. He continued to apply force, and the door panel turned toward Su Ruoyun. She subconsciously took a step back, her distinct finger bones uncontrollably releasing the doorknob.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng retracted his large hand, stepped into the room, and with a hook and kick of his foot, the door "bang" instantly closed heavily behind the two.

The two almost bumped into each other face to face, the cold suit pants brushing against her exposed legs.

In Huo Jingcheng's eyes, she seemed to capture a sense of danger, like a hungry wolf eyeing a rabbit, with the rabbit having nowhere to escape.

She hurriedly put on the slippers at her feet, turned around, and was about to slip away. She was wearing a milky-white retro nightgown, a puffy skirt design, embroidered with exquisite and complex patterns.

She ran with her skirt hem, the hem flying wantonly, looking exactly like a real-life runaway princess.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng took a few long strides, caught up with Su Ruoyun, raised his hand to forcefully embrace her waist, and picked her up with one hand, the skirt hem scattering.

A short, panicked sound rang out, and Su Ruoyun's two feet in the air kicked back and forth like a little cat.

By the time she regained her senses, she had already been /pressed onto the sofa by Huo Jingcheng. She immediately wanted to escape from under him, but Huo Jingcheng grabbed her back.

Seeing him about to kiss her, Su Ruoyun hurriedly raised her hand, one hand blocking his mouth, the other covering her own mouth, and hurriedly opened her mouth: "I haven't eaten dinner yet."

The voice leaked out bit by bit from between her fingers, carrying a mixed, muffled meaning.

Huo Jingcheng narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the person in front of him. Su Ruoyun's survival instinct was very strong, and she feigned pitifully: "Hungry."

Before the words had completely dissipated, she felt a weight pressing silently onto her stomach.

Huo Jingcheng suddenly reached out, a broad palm pressed onto her flat lower abdomen, the warmth passing through a thin layer of fabric, seeping into her skin and spreading, making her tremble.

Her abdomen was soft and carried a special fragility. Su Ruoyun felt a panic rise in her heart, wanting to turn her face away to avoid his probing gaze.

That tie she had tied herself this morning slipped from between his stiff suit, and coincidentally landed on her eyes, perfectly hiding her shyness.

Who does that, having to confirm it personally with their hands?

Before she could reach out to pull it, Huo Jingcheng's large hand stayed on her abdomen for a moment, then slowly withdrew, and then reached out to pull her up.

He held her and wouldn't let go, pulling her straight into the dining room and sitting her down at the dining table.

There was fish on the dining table tonight. Su Ruoyun was worried about fish bones, so she simply handed the "task" to Huo Jingcheng.

Huo Jingcheng looked serious, his distinct-jointed hands holding chopsticks, completely immersed in picking fish bones for her, meticulous and focused. The snow-white fish meat was placed on a bone plate to the side.

Su Ruoyun picked up the freshly squeezed cherry juice placed at her hand. The glistening juice rippled in the cup in shallow red ripples. She pressed the rim of the cup to her lips and took a small sip, the fresh, sweet taste instantly spreading on the tip of her tongue.

The cherries were brought back from the United States across the ocean last time. Huo Jingcheng specifically arranged for people to send several full boxes of fruit directly to Su Ruoyun's apartment.

Huo Jingcheng had already had dinner with several branch general managers at the company. There was only Su Ruoyun eating at the dining table. After eating until half full, she raised her hand to stop Huo Jingcheng from continuing to pick fish bones, signaling that she was full.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng leaned toward the table unhurriedly, reached out to pull a wet wipe from the tissue box, and wiped the oil stains on his hands in a leisurely manner.

Su Ruoyun's right hand held the chopsticks, picking up several pieces of fish meat into her own bowl. Afterward, she began to concentrate on picking the bones out of the fish meat.

The white porcelain bowl gradually piled up with some boneless fish meat.

Huo Jingcheng saw this scene, raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and didn't say anything.

The next second, within his field of vision, she pushed the bowl full of fish meat in front of him. The porcelain bowl touched the table, making a very light "bang" crisp sound.

Huo Jingcheng lowered his eyes, his long, narrow peach-blossom eyes curling at the corners, lifting his eyelids, and naturally arched his brows: "For me?"

Su Ruoyun puffed out her cheeks, like a cute little pufferfish, responding with a muffled "um-huh" in her mouth.

Seeing he didn't respond, she leaned toward him slowly, chasing him like a spoiled child: "Oh, do you want it or not?"

"Yes."

Huo Jingcheng became even more pushy, putting down his chopsticks: "I want you to feed me."

Su Ruoyun was silent for a moment, then readily picked up a chopstick of fish meat and handed it to Huo Jingcheng's thin lips.

Watching him eat "obediently," Su Ruoyun was in a great mood, raised her hand to touch his head, smoothing his hair like a cat. "Be good, be good, eat slowly."

Like coaxing a child, her tone was gentle.

Huo Jingcheng was amused and could only let Su Ruoyun touch his head.

After the meal, she efficiently tidied up the bowls and chopsticks and threw them into the dishwasher. The summer temperature was high, and if these bowls and chopsticks weren't handled in time, there would be a foul smell tomorrow morning.

Everything was done, and it was only 8:30.

Huo Jingcheng asked Su Ruoyun eight hundred times in the evening if she wanted to go back to the room to sleep.

Su Ruoyun lifted her lashes, sweeping a glance at him leisurely. She was speechless in her heart. Who didn't know what he was up to? This was simply Sima Zhao's heart—known to everyone on the road.

Of course, she couldn't agree to him.

Half an hour later, the two lay side by side on the soft bed.

?? Fell asleep while coding last night. Today I will make up for yesterday's missing update. Babies, please vote more, monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, mua~