She was nearly forty years old, yet Wen Nian had captivated her, making waves of girlish emotions ripple through her one after another.
Song Lili picked up an apple and waved cheerfully to the old farr of the apple orchard,
"Thank you, uncle!"
"My lady, you’re too polite!"
The old man’s skin was dark, clearly from working in the orchard all the ti.
When he smiled, his eyes squinted into slits and his wrinkles around his eyes were deep,
"You can eat it without washing it, we don’t use pesticides on our apples!"
"Great, great, great!"
Song Lili responded and then took a big bite out of the apple.
She wasn’t particular about these details; in the army and surviving in the wild, you just ate whatever was available without worrying about pesticides or not.
After taking a bite of the apple, she passed it to Wen Nian’s mouth,
"Husband, quench your thirst."
Wen Nian didn’t hesitate and bit into it.
Song Lili then lay on him, swinging her legs while munching on the apple, absolutely enjoying herself.
Wen Nian had always believed that ti could change many things, and so could he.
Over these days, Wen Nian had learned a lot about the things that happened to Song Lili and he knew her temperant had changed.
But, he just wanted to see her lively and carefree.
Just now, when she playfully complained about not being able to walk, Wen Nian actually felt moved.
It seed like his efforts were finally yielding so results.
He wasn’t trying to make her into a naïve little rabbit who was silly and happy every day, but just hoped that occasionally, she could truly forget her past and rediscover joy.
Falling Leaf Manor was a peaceful and free place.
Because the owner of the manor was an eccentric, the place had many mysterious and appealing aspects.
Here, they had the best Western food in Anlin City, the most delicately personalized desserts, and the most charming lover’s nest.
Open only three days a week, booking was done directly through communicating with the owner, be it through social dia or email.
Anyway, a phone call was out of the question, as the owner extrely disliked being disturbed by phone calls.
Not only that, the owner was very selective about guests, only accepting reservations from people he found congenial, with no follow-up for those he didn’t.
The banquet was cooked personally by the manor’s owner, without any other chefs present.
Such a unique place naturally wouldn’t advertise ostentatiously to attract custors.
In the owner’s words, "If you can co, it’s fate."
Such a straightforward person was soone Wen Nian had always wanted to et.
Taking advantage of their anniversary, Wen Nian wanted to bring Song Lili here.
After walking for half an hour, they reached a restaurant deep in the manor, a room made entirely of glass, from which everything inside could be seen from afar.
"Is this it?"
Song Lili asked.
Wen Nian nodded, then let her down.
With half an apple still in her hand, she held it while Wen Nian took her other hand and led her towards the glass house.
The door was automatic.
As soon as they entered, a plump old woman in a clean apron bowed,
"Welco."
Song Lili looked around the spacious glass room, which had only two tables, each with two seats.
"Sir, madam, please sit here."
"Thank you."
Song Lili replied.
The old woman noticed the apple in Song Lili’s hand and asked, "Madam, would you like to throw away the apple?"
"I haven’t finished eating it yet..."
Song Lili said, looking surprised at the old woman.
The old woman quickly apologized, "Sorry, I thought it was ti for lunch, so..."
"It’s okay, we shouldn’t waste food anyway, right, honey?"
Song Lili looked at Wen Nian, calling him "husband" unexpectedly.
She had never called him husband before.
"...Yes, can’t waste food."
Wen Nian responded.
"There!" Song Lili stretched out her hand, passing the remaining half of the apple to Wen Nian, "Here, I’ve had enough."
"..."
Wen Nian faced Song Lili’s resigned smile, sighed lightly, "Naughty..."
Taking the apple, Wen Nian started eating, their actions natural and affectionate, without any pretense.
They... just seed like any ordinary couple in the world.
"Sir, madam, you two are truly close."
The old woman said with a smile, "Should I serve the dishes now?"
Song Lili nodded, "Please serve them quickly, I’m really hungry."
She touched her own stomach.
The old woman nodded, not long after, she brought the dishes.
The most exquisite Western al, Song Lili was convinced.
Wen Nian and Song Lili dined facing each other, starter, main course, soup, dessert... everything suited Song Lili’s taste perfectly.
"Do you like it?"
Wen Nian saw her eating heartily and finally felt the trip was worth it.
Song Lili cut her steak, looking out at the scenery outside the glass room, each detail of the view was worth savoring.
"I’m getting more and more curious about the owner of this manor."
She admitted honestly.
Falling Leaf Manor had beco famous just in the past couple of years.
But looking at the interior of the manor, it had clearly been built and operated for many years.
"It’s a man."
Wen Nian, cutting his steak, said indifferently.
"Pfft, it’s a man?" Song Lili blinked, surprised, "I always thought it was a woman."
Wen Nian chuckled, "Why?"
"Just... a lot of things, look at this Lover’s Cottage, from the decorations to the furniture, even the dishes served, every detail screams that this person is a woman..."
Wen Nian still smiled,
"It really is a man."
"How do you know, you haven’t seen him."
"Intuition." Wen Nian continued cutting his steak.
Song Lili was relentless, "Intuition? You’re teasing , bet or not, Wen Xiaonian?"
Wen Nian looked up at Song Lili,
"Okay, suggest a bet."
"Bet on... The loser must unconditionally agree to one thing the winner asks."
"That cliché?"
"Then what do you suggest we bet on?"
Wen Nian raised his wine glass and gently swirled it, his gaze deep and dangerous as he stared at Song Lili, he took a sip of red wine, his lips moving...
This could be deadly, Song Lili thought, Wen Nian looks even more handso... even drinking wine so stylishly!
Song Lili swallowed, facing her husband, her face and heart flushing like a girl in her first love.
"Co on, bet on what."
Song Lili felt a bit uneasy under Wen Nian’s stare, urged him.
Wen Nian put down his wine glass, smiled lightly,
"Just bet on what ti we will go to bed tonight."
"..."
"If you win, I’ll let you sleep before midnight. If I win, tonight, you won’t get any sleep."
"..."
Wen Nian used the pad of his thumb to wipe his own mouth corner, really looking...
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