175: So early in the morning, nothing serious...

Zheng Yiyun was startled by Jiang Feng's sudden closeness; her heart pounded like it would leap from her throat.

The scenes from last night uncontrollably flooded her mind: Jiang Feng's burning palms, his possessive kiss, his strong arms, and those whispers that made her blush, all made her bodyhot...

Her cheeks grew hotter, even her earlobes were burning fiercely.

Zheng Yiyun could even clearly remember how she had succumbed in Jiang Feng's embrace, how she had cast aside all her reservations and welcomed him...

Thinking of these things, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into...

At this moment, Zheng Yiyun could feel the warmth of Jiang Feng's chest against her back, his breath on her neck, bringing a tingling sensation that almost made her drop the spoon.

It felt as if an electric current ran through her body, and her legs felt a little weak.

Zheng Yiyun had originally planned to play dumb today, pretending nothing had happened...

But now it seemed Jiang Feng wasn't giving her that chance...

"Tired from yesterday?"

Jiang Feng leaned down and whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing her earlobe.

He spoke with deliberate teasing, the end of his words slightly rising, full of playful meaning:

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

He intentionally kept his voice low and magnetic, like a feather gently tickling her heart.

The faint fragrance of her body lingered around his nose, mixed with the aroma of the porridge, making Jiang Feng feel delighted...

Jiang Feng simply loved to see Zheng Yiyun's shy expression; this usually dignified, generous, and meticulous auntie always revealed such a charmingly naive and bashful side in front of him...

This contrasting cuteness gave him an extraordinary sense of accomplishment.

He could clearly feel the body in his arms trembling slightly, like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Clearly, he had hit upon her thoughts, which made the smile in his heart grow wider.

Zheng Yiyun's earlobes instantly turned crimson, like boiled shrimp, even her neck was tinged with pink.

She playfully glared at Jiang Feng, but there was no hint of aggression in her watery eyes; instead, they held a hint of moist allure...

When she looked at Jiang Feng, her gaze was drawn out...

She didn't push Jiang Feng away; instead, her body honestly leaned closer into his embrace, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, with a hint of coquetry:

"What nonsense are you talking about... hurry and let me go, the porridge is going to burn..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with the lazy tone of someone who had just woken up.

Though she complained, her heart was sweet, as if she had drunk honey.

This feeling of being cared for by Jiang Feng was very enjoyable to her...

Zheng Yiyun felt she was becoming increasingly spineless; at her age, she was still being flustered and made to blush by a man ten years her junior...

Before, she would never have imagined something like this happening between her and Jiang Feng, nor would she have thought she would be so deeply captivated...

But she simply loved this feeling, loved Jiang Feng's vitality and assertiveness, loved his undisguised, fervent gaze when he looked at her.

All of this made Zheng Yiyun feel as if she had returned to her youth, experiencing the flutter of a crush once more.

That accelerating heartbeat, that blushing excitement, was a girlish sentiment she had long forgotten...

Jiang Feng's appearance made her rediscover this feeling...

Zheng Yiyun secretly glanced at the porridge in the pot; thankfully, it hadn't burned, otherwise, it would have been a waste.

She had simmered this porridge for almost an hour, specifically on low heat, just to ensure Jiang Feng would enjoy the softest, most tender texture, and she couldn't let his antics ruin it...

Jiang Feng chuckled softly, reached out and stroked Zheng Yiyun's head, his thumb passing through her smooth hair, then gently pressing down:

"I'll watch the porridge..."

He looked down, his gaze burning as he stared at Zheng Yiyun's flushed cheeks and rosy lips.

His voice dropped a few octaves, carrying an undeniable assertiveness:

"I think Sister Yiyun, you must be hungry. Let your good brother feed you until you're full!"

When a mature woman's feigned composure is broken, that flustered innocence is more captivating than a young girl's shyness.

Zheng Yiyun rolled her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she grumbled indistinctly:

"Mm... you... ah... not... prop... er... ly... behave... mm..."

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gently stroked her hair, responding to her efforts with silent encouragement.

"Hiss!"

......

The morning light slanted through the window, drawing a golden line on the floor, dividing the kitchen into two worlds of light and shadow.

After an unknown period, Zheng Yiyun stood up dizzily, her legs a little weak, and she instinctively swallowed hard, the movement of her throat particularly alluring in the morning light.

She picked up a wet wipe from the counter and wiped the corners of her mouth, her earlobes so red they looked like they might bleed...

The sunlight shone on her sweat-dampened temples, and the glistening beads of sweat reflected tiny glimmers, making her look exceptionally captivating.

Zheng Yiyun felt her cheeks were hot enough to fry an egg; the recent interaction had left her mind blank, and even her limbs felt a little weak...

She dared not look into Jiang Feng's eyes, only lowering her head and pretending to adjust her clothes.

Yet her heart pounded as if it would leap from her throat, the thumping sound exceptionally clear in the quiet kitchen...

Jiang Feng smiled with satisfaction and contentment, then embraced Zheng Yiyun from behind:

"Sister Yiyun... did you like it?"

His warm breath brushed her earlobe, carrying deliberate teasing, making her body instantly tense.

Zheng Yiyun's heart skipped a beat at his words, and she could no longer hold the spoon; it clattered into the pot, and the splashing porridge almost scalded them both...

She was both shy and annoyed, reaching out to pat Jiang Feng's arm, chiding:

"It's early morning! No propriety... be careful not to get burned!"

Though she said this, her heart was like a little rabbit, thumping wildly.

She could feel Jiang Feng's gaze on her, with undisguised fervor, making her entire body hot, and even her breathing became a little hurried.

Jiang Feng took her hand, finding it warm and delicate, with a slight tremor.

He looked down at the bubbling rice porridge in the pot and chuckled:

"Don't worry... I'm fine, but you... did you burn your hand?"

As he spoke, he took her hand and blew on it, his warm breath brushing her fingertips, bringing a tingling sensation.

Zheng Yiyun's face grew even redder; she pulled her hand back and glared at him playfully, yet there was no anger in her eyes, but rather a gentle, watery glow:

"I'm fine, hurry and let me go, the porridge really is going to burn..."

Zheng Yiyun could smell Jiang Feng's scent, a mix of sunshine and shower gel, which made her flustered.

They had just had a session, and he was still so energetic now?

Her body felt weak, and she could feel her heart pounding as if it would burst out; if this continued, she really wouldn't be able to handle it...

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