Stars In His Eyes Chapter 908: 908 Lan Song Dies 9

Chapter 908: Chapter 908 Lan Song Dies 9

“Brother.” He Zhilan walked over, directly hugged He Teng from behind, and then rested her face on his back.

He Teng slightly turned his head to look at He Zhilan behind him and asked softly, “Are you starved?”

“Not at all! Bian Xiulin stuffed so many snacks into my bag when she sent off in the car, she literally treated like Jialang and Jiaqing!” He Zhilan shook her head, then tugged at He Teng’s sleeve, smiling, “Turn around for a second.”

Without any suspicion, He Teng complied, put down the spatula in his hand, turned around to face He Zhilan, and before he could speak, He Zhilan hooked her hands around his neck, tiptoed up, and kissed him directly.

The couple, who had divorced for many years and remarried, had a brief separation after their wedding. In S Province, due to a bad mood, He Teng hadn’t been intimate with He Zhilan. Later, because He Zhilan injured her foot, He Teng was too busy caring for her to even think about intimacy.

But now things were different, the two had been apart for half a month, and with He Zhilan initiating a kiss, how could He Teng, a vigorous young man, hold back?

Initially, He Zhilan only wanted a small peck, but eventually, she was carried by He Teng straight into the bedroom. By the ti she realized what was happening, the two had already… seen each other intimately.

“Aren’t you going to training this afternoon?” He Zhilan, gasping for breath, looked at He Teng, who was on top of her, with eyes gleaming like dewy autumn leaves.

“There’s still ti~” He Teng replied with only this before sealing He Zhilan’s lips again.

For a mont, the new bed gently shook… and the noodles in the kitchen had already been forgotten, starting to turn into a batter.

After a long ti, a satiated He Teng was finally willing to let go of his petite and pleading wife. Even if a burnt sll filled the air, no one would call the loving couple out of their room.

“Brother, get up quickly, if it gets late, let’s see how you, Deputy Group Leader He, can set an example~” In such cold weather, He Zhilan was perspiring heavily due to He Teng’s actions. Seeing He Teng still hugging her without moving, He Zhilan pushed at the person next to her, “Hurry up!”

He Teng murmured a low acknowledgnt before finally moving to get up, “Rest well at ho this afternoon, there’s no food at ho, I’ll bring sothing back from the ss hall for you tonight!”

Speaking of food, He Teng suddenly got out of bed, dressed, and hurried to the kitchen only to see a pot of burnt noodles. His mouth twitched slightly as he rembered he had forgotten to cook noodles for He Zhilan.

“Zhilan.” He Teng stood at the doorway, “The noodles are inedible, if you’re hungry find sothing else to eat for now, I’ll co back early tonight.”

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t starve your wife at ho!” He Zhilan, lifting her slender arm, waved at He Teng from the doorway and laughed, realizing only now that he rembered the burnt sll coming from the kitchen which she had noticed a long ti ago.

Once He Teng left, He Zhilan imdiately snuggled into the blankets and slept the entire afternoon.

After resting for two days with the troops, He Zhilan was ready to return to work at the translation agency. Thanks to Sister Lin’s kindness, even though she had abandoned her job at the translation agency for so long, Sister Lin hadn’t said a word against her.

Because she had to go to the city, He Zhilan got up early needing to leave early with the troop’s vehicle. He Teng stood by watching He Zhilan get dressed, ticulously covering up a scar as long as a finger on her neck with a silk scarf.

Such a scar, on He Zhilan’s fair skin, was undeniably shocking.