He had been entertaining guests all evening and rushed back after it ended; indeed, he hadn't eaten much. After that dance, his mind was completely filled with her. "What would you like to eat? I'll... make some noodles for you." "Okay." ... Fu Nancheng went to the study to deal with an urgent document, and twenty minutes later, he went downstairs and entered the kitchen. Su Ci stood by the countertop, a bowl of noodles already cooked. Plain noodles, seasoned with a bit of soy sauce and sesame oil, topped with a golden fried egg and tender green vegetables, looked refreshing and appetizing. He walked over and hugged her soft waist from behind, "Mrs. Fu, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook." Of course, her cooking skills were very good. Su Ci handed him a cup of brewed tea, "Here, drink this." He didn't know what kind of tea it was, but the pleasant aroma was inviting. Fu Nancheng took a sip, "What kind of herbal tea is this?" "Don't worry about what flowers, this is to nourish you." "Nourish what?" "Look at what time it is, it's to help you sleep better." Fu Nancheng put down the teacup, buried his handsome face in her hair and kissed her several times, then curved his lips and smiled, "I thought you were going to nourish my energy, Mrs. Fu. I was so eager to sleep with you, but you want me to sleep." The same word "sleep" expressed two different meanings. Su Ci's face turned red, and she stuffed a cherry tomato into his mouth with her slender fingers, implying to eat and stop talking. Fu Nancheng bit into the cherry tomato and frowned, "It's a bit sour."

"Sour? How is that possible? She had just tasted one, and it was very sweet. "I'll try," she said, reaching out to grab one. But the man caught her small hand in mid-air and held it in his palm, "You want to try, huh? Here." He kissed her red lips. Mmm! Su Ci tasted the cherry tomato he offered, so sweet, so sweet, the sweet and fruity juice spread in both of their mouths, secreting joyful dopamine, addictive. He lied to her! This liar! Su Ci wanted to push him away, "Hurry up and eat the noodles! The noodles are going to get mushy!" Fu Nancheng's large hand gripped her waist, his voice hoarse, "Don't rush, I want to have some dessert first." Su Ci's face flushed and she panted; he had been particularly enthusiastic since returning from his business trip, and she didn't know if this was the legendary absence makes the heart grow fonder. But she wasn't his Mrs. Fu, yet she pretended to be his Mrs. Fu and did everything he would do with his Mrs. Fu. This sense of shame made her feel utterly out of place. She resisted, "Be careful not to overeat." Fu Nancheng let out a low, hoarse laugh from her sweet, tender red lips, beneath the black silk pajamas was his strong young body, even the resonant sound from his chest when he laughed made one's palms tingle, he said, "Then come on."

Su Ci bit her red lips lightly, looking at him with watery eyes. A thirty-year-old man has reached a very mature age, and the abundance of power and material wealth allows him to enjoy life, as well as women. Once adult men and women break through that layer of paper, they begin a romantic chase, like the passionate period of love. The girl Ming Ci's little face was white and translucent, with redness around her eyes and watery eyes. That sense of cold fragility, still biting her lip to look at him. Beauty is truly beautiful, even the most determined man would fall for her, forgetting the Buddha's mantra of purity. "Call me husband." He kept asking her to call him husband.