Jian Anning was somewhat taken aback by Yu Zexiao’s sudden transformation into a dorky, adorable husky expression and quickly nodded, urging him to hurry out the door.
Yu Zexiao was brimming with pride, thinking, "So what if Situ Xuan sends her flowers every morning? I’ll make sure Anning gets hers only at noon! By then, the flowers will have wilted. Let’s see if he still even bothers to give them to her!"
When it came time to leave, Yu Zexiao just stood by the door, motionless.
Jian Anning was a bit surprised. Had he forgotten something? She checked her luggage, and everything was prepared.
She approached with her luggage, offering it to him, and noticed Yu Zexiao’s collar was a bit disheveled. So she stepped forward, stuffed the luggage into his arms, tiptoed, and helped him straighten his collar.
Yu Zexiao could feel her soft body pressing against his, her dainty hands reaching out, meticulously straightening his clothes.
Looking down, he could easily see her long lashes quivering gently, her makeup-free face revealing youthful, pale skin that was incredibly captivating.
Unconsciously, Yu Zexiao suddenly had the sensation of a wife helping her husband prepare for work. What if every morning there was someone to prepare breakfast, organize his briefcase, neaten his clothes, and give him a farewell kiss, then greet him with a lavish dinner when he returned home—perhaps the feeling wouldn’t be too bad, huh?
The creases in his clothes were quickly smoothed out, and Jian Anning nodded, "All done."
Looking up, she saw that Yu Zexiao was still gazing at her intently. Jian Anning couldn’t help but be a little confused, "What’s wrong?"
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his voice emerging with a slightly sensual rasp, "Have you forgotten something else?"
"What have I forgotten?" Jian Anning was puzzled, tilting her head to look at him. Perhaps because she wasn’t going out, her attire wasn’t as formal. A few strands of hair fell lightly, adding to the playful and cute look as she tilted her head slightly. Yu Zexiao’s throat moved slightly, his brows furrowed, "Silly girl, it’s this!"
Having said that, he suddenly embraced her, unreservedly seizing her lips with a fervent kiss.
"Mmm~~~~" His movements were both hasty and intense as though he wanted to swallow her whole, one hand kneading her fine hair, the other arm tightly encircling her waist.
For breakfast, she had made honey milk and custard buns; her mouth carried the sweet taste of honey and the rich flavor of milk, and she herself smelled sweet and felt soft, almost irresistible to bite into. He gently nibbled her supple lower lip, the skin of her lips as tender as the flesh of a peach wrapped in its skin, ready to burst with sweet juice at the slightest bite.
What he didn’t realize was that the reason why an ordinary morning kiss from a man can be brief and sweet is that the man has already eaten his fill the night before. But he had been in a state of perpetual hunger. A gentle farewell kiss was transformed by him into a lingeringly passionate one.
Only when they parted did he slowly move away with reluctance, and after a moment’s thought, he still felt unsatisfied and went back to softly bite her again and again and again until Jian Anning pushed him away discontentedly, "Zexiao, stop it, you need to go to work."
"If you want me to stop, it’s simple," said Yu Zexiao, coming back to hug her and plant another big kiss.