"Hmm?" Jane McCain didn’t understand what he ant, her eyes looking at him in a daze.
She had soaked in the hot spring for too long, her body was soft, and even her mind was a bit foggy.
"Don’t look at like that, or sothing will happen." Allen Rivera chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Kissing had beco a habit, she almost offered no resistance, slightly parting her lips to let him do as he pleased.
Her body sank into the mattress; she loved being kissed by him, being caressed, being tightly held in his embrace. Even if she felt breathless, the sensation was overwhelmingly wonderful.
Unconsciously, his hand slipped inside her clothes.
Realizing she had nothing under her bathrobe, Allen took a deep breath, finally regaining so rationality, and propped himself up, pulling her bathrobe back together.
Jane half-opened her eyes, her gaze soft and starry, filled with infatuation.
Allen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his breathing becoming heavy, and it took a lot of effort to adjust her bathrobe again—
"No...," his voice was hoarse, "I won’t be able to resist having you all night."
Jane murmured confusedly, "The magazine said the average Asian male lasts 11 minutes..."
Before she finished speaking, her lips were sealed, her body falling into a scorching embrace.
That night, she was like a solitary boat drifting, subrged and consud by the tide.
...
The next day, at the Rivera family’s breakfast table, Allen and Jane were nowhere to be seen.
By lunchti, they still hadn’t appeared.
"Set aside portions for both of them," Allen’s mother said.
Ronan Rivera ca in from the kitchen, looking helpless, "Brother, Allen’s acting up again, insisting on checking the leftover ingredients from yesterday, accusing us of ssing with him. But it wasn’t who cooked yesterday, it was the eldest sister."
In the family, als from New Year’s Eve to the seventh day are cooked by them in turns, even though they have a servant and apprentices. Cooking is a practice for them, and they never skip a day.
Elr Rivera listened, his expression unchanged, turning to the older sister beside him, "Sis, Allen’s acting up again, you should check on him."
The eldest sister, Juniper Rivera, sighed lightly, slowly standing up and saying to their parents, "Dad, Mom, Allen’s acting up again, I’ll go see."
The parents were puzzled, "What’s wrong with him?"
"Isn’t it obvious?" Ronan said, "Our sister-in-law still hasn’t woken up, he must have kept her up all night, and now he suspects we tampered with yesterday’s food."
"He’s done this before, losing his temper and chopping down a tree, claiming it was for wood carving purposes," Elr interjected.
The eldest sister nodded in agreent, "He’s always been difficult."
"Maybe his standards for himself are too perfect, unable to tolerate even a minor flaw."
"Is it because his tree was the only one that died, so he’s trying hard to show he can stay calm without it? Can’t accept any loss of control?"
"So stubborn, how could any woman put up with him..."
The siblings exchanged their thoughts, reaching a consensus on the topic.
Mr. and Mrs. Rivera helplessly stopped them, "Alright, he’s your brother, don’t talk about him like that..."
At this mont, Allen walked in from outside.
Everyone in the room imdiately fell silent.
Allen walked straight to Juniper, sat down, and calmly said, "Sis, you made the mutton soup with angelica yesterday."
The eldest sister looked at him gently, "Yes, what’s wrong?"
"I just checked, mutton is warming, and can boost yang and replenish the kidneys."
"Okay, got it." The eldest sister nodded faintly, "I’ll make another bowl tonight, so your brother-in-law can try it too."
Allen: "..."
"Ahem, ahem!" Mrs. Rivera coughed twice, "Don’t make mutton soup anymore, let the kitchen prepare deer tendon soup with snow lotus, and send it to Jane."
The main ingredients, deer tendons and snow lotus, nourish yin and kidneys, reinforce and strengthen bones.
Mrs. Rivera looked at her youngest son, softly advising, "Don’t do this again next ti..."
Allen: "Hmm..."
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