CIATB Chapter 38 I'll eat this gigolo first!
Chapter 38 I'll eat this gigolo first!
The soft, warm touch on my lips was like a dragonfly skimming the water, fleeting and brief.
Zhang Yan froze completely.
The brain's processor crashed due to overload in that instant, and all calmness and rationality were shattered by that sudden, soft touch with a hint of sweet fragrance.
Her lips were softer than I had imagined.
It also has a faint, sweet taste, like some kind of nectar.
Nie Qingcheng took a half step back, and two breathtaking blushes appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.
Looking at Zhang Yan's dumbfounded expression, her eyes flickered. Her fox-like eyes, which were always full of calculation and seduction, now seemed to hold a pool of spring water, clear and alluring.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen the reward before?"
She tried to remain calm, but her voice carried a hint of shyness and trembling that she herself was unaware of.
Zhang Yan's breath hitched for a moment, and he subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips.
That taste is still there.
Nie Qingcheng's cheeks flushed even redder, like a ripe peach.
"you!"
She was both ashamed and angry. She raised her hand to hit him, but when she saw his left hand wrapped up like a dumpling, her raised hand fell limply down. In the end, she could only stomp her foot in frustration.
"Don't lick it!"
These three words sound less like an order and more like a coquettish plea.
Zhang Yan finally came to his senses. Looking at the seemingly strong but actually weak queen in front of him, whose ears were completely red, the initial surprise he felt from the sudden attack was gradually replaced by an indescribable feeling.
He didn't speak, but just looked at her silently, his eyes filled with a mixture of inquiry, helplessness, and a hint of indulgence that he himself was unaware of.
This woman always manages to do the most childish things in the most domineering way.
……
The next morning.
Zhang Yan opened his eyes. Sunlight was already filtering through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows in the room.
He subconsciously raised his left hand.
The "zongzi" wrapped up like a mummy's arm lay across my face, looking particularly comical.
He moved his fingers and felt no discomfort.
[Ding! The effects of the Body Enhancement Potion (Intermediate) are ongoing. Cell activity is increased, and wound healing speed is increased by 500%!]
The system notification sound flashed through my mind.
Zhang Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.
Even if it were a minor scratch, it would be mostly healed after a good night's sleep.
He sat up, preparing to get out of bed to wash up, when the bedroom door was gently pushed open.
Nie Qingcheng walked in carrying a glass of warm water.
She had changed into a set of light pink loungewear, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her face was bare, yet her skin appeared even more radiant, and her features were exquisitely beautiful.
Seeing that Zhang Yan was awake, she quickly walked over, placed the water glass on the bedside table, and then nervously took his "crippled" left hand.
"How are you? Does it still hurt? Did you put pressure on yourself while sleeping last night?"
A series of questions, filled with concern.
Looking at her cautious demeanor, and then at his own perfectly intact hand, only a bit exaggeratedly wrapped in gauze, a thought uncontrollably popped into Zhang Yan's head.
He frowned slightly, a perfectly measured look of embarrassment on his face, then raised his "zongzi-shaped hand" and let out a long sigh.
"well……"
That sigh was like a needle, piercing precisely into Nie Qingcheng's heart.
A wave of guilt instantly overwhelmed her.
It's all her fault!
If she hadn't insisted on taking him to that kind of place, how could he have gotten hurt?
"What do you want to do? I'll help you!"
Nie Qingcheng immediately expressed her opinion, her tone resolute.
Zhang Yan looked up at her with a "you said it" look, then pointed to his mouth.
I want to brush my teeth.
"good!"
Without saying a word, Nie Qingcheng turned around and rushed into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, she came out with a toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it and a mouthwash cup in her other hand.
Open your mouth.
She walked to the bedside and commanded in an unyielding manner.
Zhang Yan looked at the toothbrush being offered to his mouth and his lips twitched violently.
Isn't this... going a bit too far?
But seeing Nie Qingcheng's determined expression that said, "If you don't open your mouth, I'll pry it open," he resigned himself to his fate and opened his mouth.
Nie Qingcheng's movements were very light, even somewhat clumsy.
Her entire attention was focused on the small toothbrush, her expression as focused as if she were performing a delicate surgical procedure.
Foam quickly covered the corners of Zhang Yan's mouth.
Her warm breath sprayed onto his cheek, carrying her unique sweet fragrance, making Zhang Yan's heart beat somewhat uncontrollably.
This feeling is so eerie.
After brushing my teeth, I was then served a face wash.
When Zhang Yan sat down at the dining table and watched Nie Qingcheng serve a bowl of fragrant congee with preserved egg and lean pork, he finally realized that he seemed to have turned on some incredible switch.
"Come on, open your mouth."
Nie Qingcheng scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it carefully until the temperature was just right, and then brought it to his lips.
Those beautiful fox-like eyes were now filled with earnestness and anticipation, like a puppy waiting for its owner to feed it.
Zhang Yan: "..."
This gigolo not only fills you up, but he even feeds you!
He silently opened his mouth and ate the porridge.
It tastes great, cooked to perfection, the rice is soft and sticky, and the shredded meat is savory and fragrant.
But Zhang Yan had no appetite.
The woman opposite him would look at him with a "my baby is so good" gaze every time she fed him, making him feel very uncomfortable.
The bowl of porridge was almost empty.
Zhang Yan's eyes darted around, and a plan came to mind.
When Nie Qingcheng handed him another spoonful of porridge, he deliberately didn't open his mouth completely.
A mischievous grain of rice ended up stuck to the corner of his mouth.
"Oops, it's all over me." Nie Qingcheng put down the spoon and instinctively reached for a tissue.
But she stopped halfway through reaching out her hand.
She looked at the white grain of rice at the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth, and as if possessed, she extended her right thumb.
The warm, moist fingertip gently pressed on the grain of rice, then smoothly wiped it away.
The whole process was natural and intimate.
Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat.
He was about to say something.
But then he saw Nie Qingcheng make a move that shocked him to his core.
She raised her thumb, which was covered in rice and a little bit of his saliva, to her lips.
Then, she stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked it.
He rolled that grain of rice into his mouth.
After doing all this, she smacked her lips with a hint of satisfaction, looking at Zhang Yan who was completely petrified, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.
"Hmm, it tastes good."
boom--!
Zhang Yan felt like his brain had completely exploded.
That vixen!
She definitely did it on purpose!
Just as Zhang Yan was about to speak and end this absurd "feeding game," Nie Qingcheng stood up first.
She looked down at him, arms crossed, chin raised, transforming back into the domineering and tyrannical queen.
"Your hand won't heal in less than ten days to half a month."
She looked at the large white rice dumpling, her brows furrowed.
"Starting today, you are not allowed to eat at the school cafeteria. The food there is oily, unpalatable, and unhygienic."
"Come to my company at noon."
She extended her index finger and tapped Zhang Yan's nose, announcing in an uncompromising tone.
"I'll personally take care of your meals!"