“Ah!”
Just as Lin Xinyuan finished stir-frying the vegetables and was about to turn off the stove and plate them, she suddenly felt her body lighten, her waist tighten, and it felt like she had crashed into a wall behind her.
Startled, she shuddered, and the spatula clattered against the wok with a crisp clang.
But soon, catching the familiar scent at the tip of her nose, she didn’t even need to think twice—she immediately realized who it was behind her.
Her first reaction was joy, but she quickly steadied herself and grew a little annoyed.
So she began to struggle, using her fair little hands to pry at the big hands wrapped tightly around her waist: “Let go of me…”
“If Xinyuan gives me a kiss, then I’ll let go, how about that?”
Qin Nanfeng looked at the struggling figure in his arms, his head leaning close to his little wife’s fair earlobe, chuckling softly in a low, pleasant voice.
Lin Xinyuan had clearly been genuinely startled just now, and her chest was still rising and falling gently, a bit out of breath.
“You… you stinky rogue!” She turned her head fiercely to glare at that infuriating face of his, her expression slightly cold, teeth gritted, but then, remembering something, she hurriedly looked at the stove.
The fire was on high, and the sizzling sound was still crackling. Even in just that brief moment, she could already smell something burning from the pot.
“Hurry… the vegetables are going to burn!” Lin Xinyuan reached out, found she couldn’t quite reach, and huffed angrily, her delicate face urgent.
But seeing how Qin Nanfeng didn’t seem worried at all, she could only agree first, “Hurry up… let me turn off the fire first…”
At that, Qin Nanfeng raised an eyebrow, released his hold on that soft figure, and stood by like an innocent bystander, watching his busy wife.
By the time Lin Xinyuan frantically turned off the fire and quickly scooped the greens onto a plate, she still realized she was too slow.
The originally vibrant green vegetables were now a bit wilted, their color deepened.
Still edible, sure… but the texture had definitely taken a hit.
“Do you have some kind of problem?”
Lin Xinyuan was never polite to this man, especially under “her” influence—most of the time, she was rather cold toward him.
Now, she turned around and demanded angrily.
It was all his fault! Day in and day out, he just loved coming around and acting up!
“That’s right, I do have a problem—just with you.” Qin Nanfeng wasn’t bothered at all, grinning cheerfully, his smile light and teasing.
“Disgusting…” At that, Lin Xinyuan’s face flushed slightly, but then she was speechless, rolling her eyes at him, though her anger quickly subsided.
“Whatever… I can’t talk to you…”
With that, she prepared to carry the dishes to the dining table. She was about to move when Qin Nanfeng quickly grabbed her little hand.
“You… what exactly do you want…”
She asked knowingly, her gaze darting away, shyly wiggling the arm he’d caught.
Seeing his wife still so bashful, Qin Nanfeng’s eyes softened, but his words were anything but gentle: “What do you think, Xinyuan? Weren’t you going to kiss me… hmm?”
He knew Xinyuan’s personality well, and as he spoke, he pulled her directly into his embrace, wrapping his arm around her slender waist once more, staring straight at that youthful, girlish face.
“Whatever you want…”
Flustered by his gaze, Lin Xinyuan couldn’t help but bite her pink lips softly, turning her face away and putting on an indifferent air.
“Is that so…” Qin Nanfeng murmured, his tone growing increasingly suggestive.
As he spoke, his hand resting on her soft, slender waist began to wander, unhurried, mischief gleaming in his eyes.
Before long, Lin Xinyuan was already growing weak all over, her legs beginning to tremble involuntarily.
She leaned limply against him, breathing with some difficulty: “Hurry… hurry up… we need… need to eat… mm…”
Before she could finish, her pink lips were suddenly completely enveloped by a scorching, familiar breath, making her pupils instinctively widen for a moment, then gradually go hazy.
All she could manage were faint whimpers—adorable and alluring.
This stirred the dark gleam in Qin Nanfeng’s eyes even deeper.
Greedily, he savored her fragrance, continuously teasing Lin Xinyuan’s heartstrings until her body nearly went limp against him, as if entirely under his control.
After a long while, their lips parted, ending with the woman’s labored breathing.
“Let go…” Lin Xinyuan’s voice was soft and sticky, full of helplessness as she gasped for air.
She no longer dared to lift her head to look at the man. Her small hands weakly pushed against his broad chest, wanting him to release her quickly, but he showed no sign of letting go.
So she had no choice but to give up, silently lowering her gaze, no longer resisting, and docilely pressing her cheek against Qin Nanfeng’s chest.
“Hold on a little longer, okay?”
The man’s voice had gone completely gentle—for Lin Xinyuan, it was like a spring whisper that made her fall silent, no longer speaking, just quietly listening to her husband’s steady, powerful heartbeat.
Qin Nanfeng gently patted the thin back of the figure in his arms, over and over, longing hidden deep in his eyes.
He’d only been on a business trip for a little over a week, yet he’d missed his wife so desperately…
And Lin Xinyuan, held in his arms, felt the same—she’d even been worried sick before.
After all, that was the Beautiful Country…
She’d been a little afraid, worried her husband might run into some violent incident, like those videos online, and meet with misfortune…
That was why her sleep had been poor these past few days. Only playing games or writing code could keep her from overthinking.
Luckily, last night, when she learned Qin Nanfeng had finally boarded his flight back home, she’d been able to relax a little…
But because she was still under “her” influence, she didn’t dare express her feelings for Qin Nanfeng too openly…
The couple just held each other like that, the atmosphere warm, quiet years.
But that warm atmosphere didn’t last long before it was completely derailed by one sentence from the man.
“Mm… does Xinyuan have an extra apron?”
At some point, Qin Nanfeng’s eyes had locked onto the pink checkered apron Lin Xinyuan was wearing.
His gaze lingered especially on the butterfly ribbon tied at her lower back, perfectly outlining his little wife’s slender, maiden-like graceful curves.
He felt a stirring, his Adam’s apple bobbing a few times, his eyes darkening, his voice carrying a barely concealed yearning and desire.
“Huh?”
Lin Xinyuan was momentarily confused, not quite processing why he’d suddenly ask her that.
But then, as if recalling some memory, she immediately understood what he was thinking.
The warmth on her face, which had gradually subsided, instantly flared up again.
This… this guy… at a time like this! He was actually thinking about that?
Stinky yellow-haired brat…
Suddenly, Lin Xinyuan was both embarrassed and annoyed, lifting her head to look at him with disgust: “Do you… do you only ever think about these things all day… you… you stinky pervert…”
She tried to put on a brave front, but her voice grew more flustered with each word.
This guy… it’s already been so many years!
How is he still so… ugh… disgusting…
By all logic, shouldn’t men… not be as interested in this kind of thing anymore?
After all, there’s a saying: the seven-year itch.
And this guy did it with her frequently—shouldn’t most people gradually run out of steam by now?
Why does he seem even more obsessed…
Wait… shouldn’t it be me who’s the insatiable one by now, with him begging for mercy and running away?
Lin Xinyuan gradually realized the script wasn’t right, which was why she was starting to panic and fear.
She was genuinely worn out by this man. With this kind of frequency, she simply couldn’t take it…
To that, Qin Nanfeng just gently stroked the little head in his arms, watching Lin Xinyuan’s flustered expression, the corners of his mouth curling deeper.
“No help for it—no matter how much I have Xinyuan, I never get tired…”
As he spoke, his smile deepened, and in contrast, the woman’s expression grew increasingly horrified.
A week ago, the night of their parting was still vivid in her memory…