She sighed in relief, “How’s your right leg? I’ll cook dinner later and get you hot water to soak it later.”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded.
Zige put on her slippers and took the blanket to cover him back up, “You rest for a while, I’ll go make dinner.”
“You seem to be in good spirits. Looks like the fighting has improved.” He remembered that after he had wanted her from the wine cellar last night, she had slumped helplessly in his arms directly, unable to even open her eyes. Then later when he carried her to the hall and wanted her again, she would just wail and beg for mercy and be at his mercy. Not to mention the subsequent times, her wretched and pitiful appearance.
Of course Zi Ge understood the meaning of his words, her small face burned crimson. So annoyed that she bent her head and bit him heavily on the shoulder, “It’s not that I’ve improved, this only means that your fighting ability has decreased!”
She had, of course, deliberately irritated him.
God knows how tough this man really is. Every time, it was like a wild animal preying on her, almost half of her life. This morning she rested enough at home, and, obviously he was afraid that she couldn’t take it again, more or less a little mercy. Otherwise, now must also not be able to climb up.
Sure enough, her words harshly irritated the powerful male ego. Especially this man.
The color of his face sank, and danger overflowed. She was held by his waist, her deep pupils sunk like dark night, “Am I being too kind to you?”
Zi Ge’s body immediately softened, and both hands hurriedly climbed onto his collar. She knew that she couldn’t fight this man, and immediately begged for forgiveness with a sense of humor, “I’m talking nonsense, so don’t bother with me …”
“But I’d like to reckon with you now.”
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“You’re petty …” she said, her voice trembling lightly.
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“I was being petty, and besides, it’s too late to apologize.” With a pronouncement, his fingers threaded into her hair and he kissed again.
There wasn’t even the last bit of resistance left in Zi Ge, only soft low sighs, all of which eventually turned into unbearable groans of silver.
In the kitchen, Zi Ge was dressed in her homey clothes, wearing a bib and hanging around in front of the stove. Lan Yu Feng leaned back on the sofa, leisurely flipping through the papers in his hand. With the aroma coming from the kitchen, he couldn’t help but lean back on the sofa and then lean back, probing towards the kitchen.
She was making mashed potatoes with her head hung low, and the scent overflowed the entire house. Lan Yu Feng stared blankly, as if he had seen his mother at that time. She was also wandering around the kitchen like this, occasionally raising her voice to talk to her father in the hall. The voice was clear, gentle, and very intoxicating.
His eyes floated down as he covered the paper and stood up, lifting his steps toward the kitchen. Zige was taking a spoon and lightly scooping a spoonful of mashed potatoes, bringing it to her lips to test the flavor. It seemed to be very hot, she dropped the spoon and exhaled several times, so hot that tears seeped out of her eyes, her appearance was wretched to the extreme.
Lan Yu Feng’s heart fluttered and he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. She froze and smiled when she raised her lips, “Why did you come in?”
“Uh-huh. Let the potato scent in.”
“You must be hungry. Wait a while, it’ll be ready in about ten minutes.”
His lower jaw rested right on her shoulder and he responded softly, looking at the golden mashed potatoes, “Is this good?”
“Not bad.”
“Let me taste it.” He said and opened his mouth. When Zige inclined her head, she could see his look like a gluttonous child and couldn’t help but smile. This kind of look, she had never seen before in normal times. And, moreover, it was even more unexpected that he would have such a side.
“Here, taste it.” She took a spoon and scooped up a little bit, thoughtfully blowing on it to cool it a bit before bringing it to his lips, and couldn’t resist reminding, “Slow down, it’s really hot.”
She looked especially good when she was concerned. They were so close to each other that their eyelashes were slightly drooping, just like a bushel. Lan Yu Feng’s heart moved, grabbing his hand and bringing the spoon to his lips. The fragrance permeated out, permeating his taste buds.
“How does it taste?” She looked at him expectantly.
Eyes crystallized.
“Well …,” he said, deliberately stretching his voice and giving her a look. Sure enough, she was nervous. Looking at this appearance, Lan Yu Feng’s eyes deepened a bit, bent his head and suddenly contained her lips. Taking advantage of her shock, he directly probed the tip of his tongue in, giving her that rich flavor degree.
It took a while before he let go of her. She was still a little too dazed to come back to her senses, just staring at him dumbly.
“How does it taste?” It was his turn to ask back, a smile in his eyes.
“What?” She was a little confused, “Your kiss?”
There was a prodding look in his eyes, “I mean … your mashed potatoes.”
She blushed.
“It tastes … pretty good.” How did she know how it tasted? In her breath, in her taste buds, it was all the flavor that belonged to him.
“But smell if it’s burnt? It seems to smell a little burnt.” He sniffed at the air and warned good-naturedly.
Only then did Zi Ge slow down and let out a low ‘oops’, immediately turning around to turn off the fire. Turning back, she glared at him in exasperation, “Get out and stop bothering me, or dinner won’t be ready until tomorrow morning!”
Mmm! It was awful! The moment he appeared, he immediately disrupted all her thinking.
Only then did Lan Yu Feng turn around and step out of the kitchen.
Dinner for two was unusually cozy compared to lunch today. Occasionally, they would chat for a few sentences, and although there was mostly nothing nutritious in the words, the two of them felt comfortable together. After dinner, Zi Ge cleared the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Lan Yu Feng covered the papers and went to the underground wine cellar.
After washing the dishes, Zi Ge boiled two more bowls of soup to remove the cold, wanting to wait for him to come up to drink together. However, after waiting for another 10 minutes or so, I didn’t see him come up, so I had to put the soup on the fire, let the warm fire simmer, and followed myself down to the wine cellar.
In the wine cellar, the temperature was a little cool. Bright lights enveloped the entire space, and the bright wine was illuminated exceptionally beautifully. Zi Ge probed and did not see his figure, “Lan Yu Feng?”
She called to him as she walked inside. However, there was no response to her. Zi Ge only thought that he might be drinking and was mesmerized. Taking several more tight steps inside, she suddenly …
A subtle murmur that reached his ears.
She jolted, her footsteps halting. With a sideways glance, she saw that on the other wine rack, Lan Yu Feng was leaning there. Under the light, his face was pale, his torso bent over, his hand pressed tightly on his right leg, a look of agony.
Usually that upright figure, now reflected in the eyes actually some indescribable fragility. With a mournful heart, Zi Ge rushed up to him and half embraced him, “Does your leg hurt?”
Her body leaned in, unusually warm. With a trembling voice, obviously mixed with panic and thick worry. Lan Yu Feng had never shown weakness in front of her, and many times earlier it had hurt like it did now, but he was used to putting a mask on himself.
This time …
And he didn’t want to disguise it.
Bending his head, almost his entire body on Ziggy’s shoulder, “Take me up.”
“Okay, right away.” Zige wrapped one hand around his waist and tucked his cane in his hand. His hand, unusually cool, as if it had no temperature, yet, it was covered in cold sweat. His heart suddenly tightened, and Zi Ge felt both guilty and heartbroken. If he hadn’t run out to the supermarket, he wouldn’t have to suffer like this now.
“Will it hold?” She asked softly, her voice unusually light, her movements even more careful, afraid that if she was slightly heavier she would disturb him.
Her pity, he felt it clearly. Even in more pain, he grunted out between his nostrils to reassure her, “Uh-huh.”
When he managed to get out of the wine cellar, he had already bitten his lip to the point of pain. As soon as Zige saw him like this, tears welled up in her eyes. Helping him to sit down on the sofa, he barked in a trembling voice, “Wait for me, I’ll be right over.”
This time, he didn’t even respond, just blinked strained. Hands pressed down heavily on his knees, his demeanor lax.
Zige hurried into the room and quickly brought over a basin of hot water. Squatting down, he sharply rolled up his pants leg for him and held his right leg into the hot water. With his foot being moved, Lan Yu Feng grunted out in pain, and after touching the hot water, he seemed to feel more comfortable, slightly lifting his eyes to look at Zi Ge.
Her heart ached like a knife. Rather it was herself who was hurting now.
“I’ll give you some pressure points.” Opening her mouth again, the words were tinged with a sobbing tone. “If I had known this would happen, I should have gotten some medicine from Su Chen at that time.”
He didn’t respond either, so Zi Ge squatted down to the ground and pressed the acupuncture points on his knees for him. Lan Yu Feng slowly opened his eyes, feebly patted the spot on his side, and whispered, “Come here, sit down …”
Zige then sat down close to him. Her eyes were red, and she gently pressed them down while asking carefully, “How is it? Feeling better?”
Lan Yu Feng did not answer, just probed his arm around her waist. Turning slightly sideways, he leaned his head on her shoulder, “Little Douzi said … you’re good at telling stories, tell me one …”
His voice broke and Ziggy laughed and cried, “Do you want to hear a fairy tale?”
“Uh-huh.”
He nodded. Leaning inside the nape of her neck, his long lashes, brushing her skin, tickled. Ziggy breathed out, “So what story would you like to hear?”
Lan Yu Feng was silent for a while, seemingly pondering. “The Mermaid, I guess very, very young, my mom had told me about it …”
“That’s good.” Zi Ge smiled lightly and spoke slowly, “Once upon a time, there was an exceptionally beautiful crystal castle at the bottom of the vast ocean. A beautiful mermaid princess lived in the castle, and one day, the mermaid princess saved the prince who had fallen off a boat. One day, the mermaid princess saved the prince from falling from a boat. Since then, she fell in love with the prince at first sight. The beautiful mermaid princess is brave, confident, and dares to pursue happiness, so she chooses to lose her voice and her fish tail, but also to go to the land to meet the prince, but unfortunately …”
As she massaged him, she narrated the story. A familiar story, told in her soft words, was surprisingly exceptionally good. One word after another, like spring rain, percolated into his heart.
Gradually, even the pain eased a lot.
The story, slowly to the end of the time, Zi Ge’s voice also became low some, like some sadness, “good mermaid princess, after all, do not want to hands to hurt their beloved man, so, in the end, she only had to throw away the hand of the sharp sword, jumped into the lake. After all … willingly turned into a bubble …”
The story ended there, and his pain eased. Opening his eyes, she was hanging her head, earnestly massaging him. Thoughtfully looking at that calm little face, Lan Yu Feng’s eyes sunk a little, complex rays of light intermingling, “If it were you, what would you choose?”