Whispering in her ear
"Call that again."
Su Yan blinked, looking at him,
"What, what are you doing."
Her voice was soft and mushy, her hands pressing against his chest.
Bo Feng bent down, bit her ear, and began to grind slowly.
Down his path, he left kisses one after another on her delicate skin.
Finally, reaching her chest, he took it into his mouth.
"Mmm"
Su Yan closed her eyes and muttered, who could withstand this?
Soon enough, the ambiguity once again rose amidst their entanglent.
A new round of ’bed-rolling’ began in the midst of their naked tangle.
Seven o’clock in the evening.
Su Yan blinked, waking up.
Hungry.
With much effort, she finally got out of the sleeping Bo Feng’s embrace.
Picked up a shirt from the floor, put it on.
Only after dressing did she realize it was Bo Feng’s shirt.
She closed her eyes, her expression not yet fully clear.
Then, she walked toward the outside.
She couldn’t cook.
But, she could manage so simple boiled vegetables.
Upon reaching the kitchen, the water started to boil, just putting in so bok choy, spinach, and the like.
Then she heard knocking at the door.
She went to the door and asked,
"Who is it?"
Her voice was sowhat hoarse.
"It’s ,"
A sowhat elderly voice.
But authoritative in speech.
An old lady.
She looked through the peephole in the door.
It was not just an old lady; Bao Yu was there too.
The old lady’s voice was very stern
"Open the door"
It seed as if the mont the old lady heard Su Yan speak, her tone had already beco very unpleasant.
Su Yan reached out and opened the door.
They faced each other.
"Is there a problem?"
She said.
When the old lady saw what Su Yan was wearing, her face looked even worse.
"What do you look like??"
Su Yan blinked, looking down.
Only then did she realize, in her hurry to eat, she had randomly grabbed one of Bo Feng’s shirts.
Thinking this, bang.
She closed the door again.
Completely ignoring the old lady outside whose face was now very unsightly.
She turned around, heading upstairs.
"Bo Feng, soone is here."
Judging by the old lady’s tone of voice,
She must be acquainted with Bo Feng.
No sooner had she spoken than the person on the bed opened his eyes.
With a clear gaze.
Bo Feng’s eyes, blazing with intensity, looked at Su Yan and pulled her into his arms
"Hmm?"
A questioning tone, filled with provoking ambiguity.
Su Yan patted his arm,
"Soone’s here, go check it out."
"Who is it?"
He remained unmoved, still holding Su Yan, laying his head on her shoulder.
Su Yan thought for a mont, then shook her head
"Don’t know, it’s an old lady, Bao Yu is here too."
Bo Feng’s eyelids twitched
"Hmm"
He humd lazily in response.
With Su Yan’s urging, he finally got out of bed, dressed and walked outside.
Su Yan didn’t want to go down.
She didn’t know them.
But then she rembered, her boiled veggies were still cooking.
Rubbing her waist, she still changed her clothes and walked outside in slippers.
As she walked out, she heard Bo Feng call out
"Grandma"
The old lady and Bao Yu were sitting on the couch, with Bo Feng sitting on the other side of the couch.
Before the old lady could speak, Bo Feng asked
"Is there a problem?"
The old lady, leaning on her walking stick, her face eased a bit, but still not looking too good.
"Look at the state you’re in."
Bo Feng leaned back on the couch, not even lifting his eyelids.
Clearly still in suit pants and a white shirt, but for so reason, at a glance, he no longer just gave off a cold feeling.
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