176: Sister Yiyun, can you feed me?
Zheng Yiyun took a deep breath, lightly licking her slightly swollen, rosy lips.
That feeling… it was still lingering in her nose and mouth.
She had just eaten once…
And it was still so vigorous now?
Zheng Yiyun felt her waist go soft, and the soreness from being tossed around repeatedly last night resurfaced.
It came in waves, like a tide, making her instinctively shrink into Jiang Feng's arms, seeking support.
bad Xiao Feng was truly an energetic little wolf-dog, completely oblivious to others' comfort…
The kitchen tiles were cold, transmitting a chill through her thin silk pajamas, but it couldn't counteract the surging heat within her body.
Zheng Yiyun bit her lip, forcing herself not to make any embarrassing sounds, her fingertips tightly clutching the corner of her clothes, the fabric deformed from her grip.
The morning light streamed through the kitchen window, falling on her and outlining her graceful figure…
At over thirty years old, her skin was still fair and firm, her waist slender enough to be held in one hand, yet her hips were full and plump, exuding the charm of a mature woman with every movement.
Like a ripe peach, tempting to be picked…
Jiang Feng gently wrapped his arms around Zheng Yiyun's waist from behind, resting his chin on the fragrant crown of her head, a faint gardenia scent wafting from her hair.
He deliberately spoke in a husky voice, still thick with sleep:
“It's fine… the porridge won't burn that quickly…”
His fingertips brushed her soft flesh at her waist, almost imperceptibly, feeling her body instantly tense in his embrace.
A knowing smile flashed in his eyes, but his face remained innocent and harmless, as if it were just an unintentional gesture…
Zheng Yiyun wore light purple silk pajamas, the neckline slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbones that gently rose and fell with her breathing, like two butterflies poised to take flight.
The pajamas were as light as cicada wings, and Jiang Feng could clearly feel the curves of her body, as well as the softness and warmth unique to a mature woman.
This made his heart warm, and his arms unconsciously tightened a little more…
“Stop it, Qing Ning will wake up soon…”
Zheng Yiyun tried to push him away, her palm pressing against his arm, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.
The tenderness of last night was still vivid in her memory; his burning body temperature, his strong arms, and his whispers in her ear all made her feel flustered just thinking about them now…
But she was, after all, an elder, and she had to maintain her composure in front of Zhang Qingning. If the children saw her in this state, she would truly be too ashamed to face anyone.
Hearing this, Jiang Feng knew when to stop, letting out a low chuckle.
He finally released his arms from her waist, turning instead to pick up the spatula and stir the porridge in the pot. His movements were quite skilled, pushing aside the bubbling rice porridge with a slight flick of his wrist.
White grains of rice tumbled in the boiling water, and the runny yolk of the century egg mixed with the minced meat released an enticing aroma that filled the entire kitchen…
“Alright, I won't tease you anymore… You must be tired from last night, go rest over there. You can leave this little task to me…”
Jiang Feng looked at Zheng Yiyun's flushed cheeks and dewy eyes, his heart feeling soft, and he couldn't bear to tease her further.
He knew that although Zheng Yiyun wasn't very eloquent, she had tried her best to help little Jiang Feng just now…
However, compared to those who were incredibly skilled, Jiang Feng often preferred this kind of clumsy woman.
This clumsy sincerity was more gratifying to him than any technique…
Jiang Feng smiled like a well-behaved big boy, his eyes clear, as if the person who had whispered and flirted in Zheng Yiyun's ear just now wasn't him.
This contrasting cuteness left Zheng Yiyun unsure whether to be angry or to laugh.
She could only blush and glare at Jiang Feng, but there was no anger in her eyes, only a hint of indulgence that she herself hadn't noticed…
As Zheng Yiyun turned, her steps were still a little unsteady, and her right leg faltered slightly as it landed, clearly indicating she was quite tired from last night.
She took two steps back and leaned against the doorframe, secretly rubbing her aching waist, then subconsciously wiping her rosy lips.
The sensation from just now was still vivid…
That impact!
This boy was getting more and more presumptuous, actually doing that in the kitchen…
If Zhang Qingning woke up, it would be over!!!
She dared not think further, her cheeks so hot they could fry an egg.
She could only pretend to adjust her hair to hide her panic, but her hair trembled slightly from nervousness…
A fragrant aroma wafted over, and Zheng Yiyun looked up.
Light, like a golden waterfall, spilled over Jiang Feng, outlining his tall silhouette.
Even his somewhat casual movements exuded an indescribable charm, like a figure stepping out of a painting.
A strange emotion suddenly welled up in Zheng Yiyun's heart, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, creating ripples…
This scene made her feel incredibly safe and warm, a sense of security she had never experienced during her many years of widowhood…
She suddenly felt that, even putting aside those embarrassing things, just being able to watch Jiang Feng cook for her like this was a very happy thing.
This simple warmth was something she had longed for, for a very long time, and it satisfied her more than any material possession.
She looked at Jiang Feng's focused profile, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath his eyelids, and couldn't help but smile slightly, her heart feeling sweet…
Soon, the century egg and lean pork congee was ready, garnished with fresh green scallions, its aroma filling the entire kitchen and whetting the appetite.
Jiang Feng came over with two bowls of porridge, then set out a few delicate side dishes, including pickled cucumbers and cold-dressed wood ear mushrooms, all of which Zheng Yiyun loved…
The two sat side by side at the dining table, the morning light streaming through the window and casting a golden halo over the bowls and chopsticks.
As soon as he sat down, Jiang Feng frowned and rubbed his arm, a pained expression on his face, as if he were truly injured:
“Sister Yiyun, I accidentally hurt my arm just now, I can't lift it…”
He acted convincingly, his brows tightly furrowed, even his voice carrying a hint of grievance.
Zheng Yiyun, sitting beside Jiang Feng, immediately leaned over anxiously, her face full of worry:
“How did you do it? Let me see…”
She took Jiang Feng's arm and carefully examined it, her fingertips gently brushing his skin, from his wrist all the way to his elbow, but she couldn't find any wounds or signs of redness or swelling.
Jiang Feng looked at her serious expression, a mischievous smile playing on his lips:
“Maybe when I was holding your head just now… I used too much force… Now I don't have the strength to eat porridge, Sister Yiyun, will you feed me?”
He deliberately made his words ambiguous, his eyes filled with a teasing smile.
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