Zuo Qing was stuffed, her stomach filled with a heap of unappetizing food.
She ate it all up.
Ye Shaoting took the dishes away and went into the kitchen to wash them.
Zuo Qing felt a bit guilty. Although the food was a bit bad, he made her dinner as soon as he got back, and now he was proactively cleaning up.
Supporting her waist, she went to the kitchen door, where Ye Shaoting had rolled up his sleeves, exposing his strong arms.
The man was seriously washing dishes, his fine fringe swaying with his movents.
From a certain angle, this man indeed had a certain charm.
He said he hadn’t had any romantic history before her, but Zuo Qing didn’t quite believe it.
He was excellent, at least judging by his qualifications.
A man as outstanding as him, up until now, had never dated anyone nor had feelings for any girls—it just sounded fake.
Could there be sothing wrong?
She couldn’t help but let her gaze drift down, and the next second she blushed and looked up, patting her face. Oh my, what was she thinking?
Ye Shaoting had long noticed Zuo Qing had co over, curious about what she intended to do. Unexpectantly, after waiting a while, she just stood dazedly at the kitchen entrance.
Zuo Qing rubbed her temples with a headache, annoyed at her own unintentional rudeness.
"What are you thinking?"
The low, magnetic voice ca from above, and the fingers at her forehead were gently held by him.
Zuo Qing paused, not quite used to this kind of intimate touch, but didn’t flick his hand away.
"Thank you for tonight’s dinner." Though it was awful, she never wanted to eat it again.
eting his gaze full of smiles, Zuo Qing unconsciously pinched the hem of her dress. Why did this man always look at her with such an ambiguous gaze?
"Do you have nothing for besides apologies and thank yous?"
Ye Shaoting smiled. Their marriage was a bit too playful, but he genuinely wanted to make the relationship work.
However, this girl seed overly shy and reserved.
She didn’t talk much, her whole being was faint, almost fading out of existence, and even when he saw her body, she didn’t have a particularly strong reaction.
Zuo Qing thought it over and realized that she did seem to be a bit of a quiet person.
It wasn’t just Ye Shaoting who wanted to work on this relationship; she actually also wanted to make this marriage work well, even if there was no love involved.
"Then what do you want to hear?" She would do her best to satisfy him, fulfilling her duties as a wife.
Except for those demands.
"Will you say whatever I want to hear?"
"Mmm!" Only so pleasant words, it shouldn’t be too difficult. She was willing to please him.
"Call husband and let hear it," Ye Shaoting said.
Zuo Qing blushed: "Why don’t you go wash sothing else instead?"
After saying it, she felt like running. Husband, that’s way too embarrassing.
Ye Shaoting still held her hand, and as she turned to leave, he pulled her back, encircling her in his arms.
The position was quite intimate.
Ye Shaoting smiled and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Why are you running? If you don’t want to call, don’t call. I’m not going to eat you."
Zuo Qing had interacted with Ye Shaoting before, and at that ti, he wasn’t like this at all.
The way he used to treat her was clearly just like anyone else.
How did he manage to beco so familiar with her in such a short ti?
Zuo Qing found it a bit hard to breathe: "Let go, we need to talk."
Feeling the person in his arms struggling, Ye Shaoting didn’t make it difficult for her and released his hold.
Once Zuo Qing gained her freedom, she imdiately broke away from his embrace.
The two moved to the living room, where Zuo Qing took the initiative: "Can you not just suddenly hug like that in the future?"
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