"Go quickly!"
Seeing Nangong Qingcheng still sitting there unmoved, Jiang Feng simply put the potstickers and hot porridge on the coffee table, and plopped down onto the sofa, crossing his legs.
Nangong Qingcheng was so angry she spat out a single word: "You..."
With no other choice, Nangong Qingcheng reluctantly got up, unwillingly fetched a bowl, and placed it heavily in front of Jiang Feng, saying with thinly veiled anger, "Eat, eat, and go ho when you're done. Stop bothering at work!"
With that, she turned to leave.
However, just as her small foot stepped out, she suddenly felt a gentle tug, losing her balance as she was pulled back, landing perfectly on the sofa next to Jiang Feng.
Nangong Qingcheng was about to turn around to glare at Jiang Feng, but he had already brought a potsticker to her cherry-like lips, smiling softly, "Sister Bai told you haven't eaten all day. How can that be? Don't let one order ruin your health!"
"I won't eat. I just won't."
Nangong Qingcheng puffed up her cheeks in anger, turning her head away defiantly, "My body is my own. Whether it starves or gets angry, it's none of your business. Go do what you need to, you're hardly around anyway."
"Ahem." Knowing he was wrong, Jiang Feng chuckled awkwardly, "Really not eating?"
"Not eating!"
"Fine."
Jiang Feng put down the potsticker, quickly scooped her up, and gently placed her on his lap in an intimate manner.
Nangong Qingcheng was startled, her face flush red, "Jiang Feng, what are you doing? Let go!"
She knew that Bai Zhiqing's office was nearby, and even if Jiang Feng had closed the door, the noise could still seep out!
Even if it didn't, if Bai Zhiqing happened to walk in and saw them, how could she explain it? She'd die of embarrassnt!
Yet, Nangong Qingcheng's delicate hands could only weakly grasp onto Jiang Feng's back. No matter how she struggled, she could only manage a few harmless taps.
Her other hand and graceful legs were gently controlled by Jiang Feng, making it impossible to escape his embrace.
This intimate, even slightly ambiguous position, along with Jiang Feng's masculine, pleasant scent, made Nangong Qingcheng blush from ear to ear.
"If you behave and eat, I'll let you go."
Jiang Feng's expression remained unchanged. He freed a hand, smilingly presented a potsticker to her tempting, soft lips again.
"Jiang Feng, you're a jerk, a rogue!"
Nangong Qingcheng kept turning her head, stubbornly refusing to eat, leaving her lips lightly glossed with oil. Despite flailing her feet in protest, she couldn't escape Jiang Feng's hold.
"You're my wife. What if I'm a rogue to you, huh?"
Despite his bold words, Jiang Feng felt a bit helpless inside.
Nangong Qingcheng's body was incredibly tempting, and holding her in such a close manner with her subtle fragrance wafting in the air, it was ridiculous to say he wasn't tempted in the slightest!
And most crucially, Nangong Qingcheng kept struggling restlessly in his lap — didn't she know that such wiggling and rubbing could easily be too much for a person to handle?
"Ugh!"
The next mont, Nangong Qingcheng's body, held tightly in Jiang Feng's arms, suddenly tensed, her small lips letting out an involuntary, charming whimper.
Because she too clearly felt the rise in Jiang Feng's body temperature at that mont, and instantly dared not move recklessly anymore.
A light blush spread across her tender cheeks like creamy jade, driven by a shy panic, prompting her to bury her pretty face into Jiang Feng's chest to avoid his intensely penetrating gaze.
Her nervously fluttering heart felt suspended in mid-air, wavering without support. Thoughts drifted to romantic scenes from dramas she'd seen before, making her body soft and trembling.
"Ahem." Jiang Feng awkwardly coughed a few tis, biting his tongue to regain his composure.
He was here to deliver food, not accidentally end up consuming her instead.
"Jiang Feng, you just love bullying ."
Hearing Jiang Feng's cough, Nangong Qingcheng slightly snapped back to her senses.
Her small fists softly pounded against Jiang Feng's chest and back, "You big brute, why won't you let go!"
"I told you, I'll let you go once you finish eating. But I warn you, keep squirming and anger , and I won't be serving you food — I'll savour you instead."
Jiang Feng bared his teeth, pretending to be fierce.
Nangong Qingcheng was startled, her body tensing again, knowing full well what he ant by "savour."
This rogue brute, his temper was as stubborn as a mule. If she kept pushing it, who knew if he'd actually do sothing like that!
If he really did it in the office... as she thought about the most embarrassing part, Nangong Qingcheng reluctantly raised her head, her cheeks already a deep scarlet.
But Jiang Feng quickly switched tones, coaxing softly, "Qingcheng, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have gone out when you were sick. Co on, have a bite."
Nangong Qingcheng, caught off guard by his sudden tenderness, was montarily stunned!
This was the first ti Jiang Feng ever apologized to her!
Though it was unexpected, it moved Nangong Qingcheng's heart in an indescribable way.
Thinking about it, had she been too petty, making a mountain out of a molehill?
Jiang Feng went out every day, why was she especially upset today?
Feeling guilty, she instinctively opened her small mouth slightly, letting Jiang Feng place the potsticker near her pretty lips.
Biting lightly like a jade shell, she began to chew.
A myriad of feelings whirled inside her — a mix of reluctance from feeling forced and an uncontrollable bubbling sweetness.
Especially the latter, making her heart berate herself for being weak, as she subconsciously started to forgive Jiang Feng.
Yet Nangong Qingcheng was unwilling to be easily conquered by Jiang Feng's little antics, thinking herself too easily swayed.
She intentionally tried to think of Jiang Feng's flaws.
Like being unfaithful, domineering, unreasonable.
As she thought about how he often went out without telling her where he was going, Nangong Qingcheng got both angry and upset. Without realizing it, she bit off more than half of the potsticker, imagining it was Jiang Feng, grinding it with her teeth.
Jiang Feng had been admiring Nangong Qingcheng's delicate and graceful eating, but suddenly seeing her expression change, eating with "fury," he was taken aback.
However, fury aside, her slightly puffed cheeks, glistening lips, made her look even more naturally adorable.
A stunning beauty, no matter if she savored food slowly or wolfed it down, held her own enchanting grace.
Nangong Qingcheng had no idea Jiang Feng was finding her pleasing to the eye at the mont.
She was simply getting more and more annoyed, suddenly widening her beautiful eyes, huffing with a pink face, "Jerk, I want so hot porridge!"
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