The whole person was enveloped by his familiar scent, and she could hear his breathing clearly.
Not sure whose heartbeat was pounding, Ji Niandong closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to wriggle out of his embrace, but he had already released her and placed the washed vegetables in the colander beside them.
It seemed as if the intimate touch just now was merely a trivial matter.
Indeed, it was just washing some vegetables together, she was overthinking it!
Her face flushed with embarrassment, Lu Beichen asked seemingly casually, with a hint of worry in his eyes, but upon closer inspection, there was also a playful tone to it.
Ji Niandong shook her head, tried to appear calm, and started chopping vegetables. She then urged him out, "Go watch some TV first, I’ll call you when the food is ready!"
Lu Beichen nodded, took a step, then turned back, put his head on her shoulder, embraced her from behind, and held her hand gripping the knife, afraid she might accidentally cut her fingers.
The person in his arms stiffened again, and he whispered softly in her ear, "Mrs. Lu, always so shy and sensitive. What should I do? Are you really planning to be a couple in name only with me?"
She didn’t expect him to say such a thing, and Ji Niandong now truly dared not move recklessly. Her hand being held transmitted waves of tingly sensation.
Honestly, getting married so abruptly, marrying a man at the top, it was already quite unbelievable, and this man was so unbelievably kind.
She wasn’t foolish; she could clearly feel his meticulous care and effort to get closer. Such a man, she had no reason to pretentiously refuse, they were already married anyway.
However, even though she planned to accept it, life isn’t a play, she couldn’t just take on the role immediately.
Ji Niandong took a deep breath, turned around and looked up at him, face to face, their bodies almost touching, his breath spread all over her face, carrying a faint tobacco scent.
Lu Beichen simply looked down at her, that worried deep affection no longer contained any teasing element.
This time, she didn’t evade, looked straight into his eyes, but inside she was still quite anxious, very nervous. She exhaled slightly and responded, "Little Uncle, I’m not afraid of you now, nor do I reject you. But, could you... wait for me?"
She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly, and her gaze was increasingly flustered.
Lu Beichen couldn’t help but caress her face; it was already quite remarkable that she could say that. He lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead, "Cook well, I’ll wait for you!"
He was obviously pleased, his tone carried a sense of cheerfulness, and he obediently went to watch TV.
Thus, Ji Niandong was even more restless, and felt inexplicably excited!
The dishes were quickly prepared; there wasn’t much left in the fridge, so she made a few simple dishes, and he ate them with relish.
Seeing him , Ji Niandong stood by, leaning slightly against the dining table, and she advised, "From now on, I’ll let you know in advance whether I’ll cook or not. If I’m not home, you must eat on time, don’t wait for me this late!"
Her relentless concern made him even happier; he held his chin with his hand that wasn’t holding chopsticks, tilted his head, eyes fixed on her, and his mouth was busy with the dinner she had prepared for him.
Feeling a bit uneasy under his gaze, Ji Niandong instinctively wiped her face, "Is there something on my face?"
Lu Beichen shook his head, his eyes glowing as he looked at her, and he responded lightly, "A feast for the eyes!"