Chapter 198:
Xie Wanning was slurping noodles when he somehow produced a bottle of medicated oil from somewhere and rubbed the bruise on her with moderate force.
Although his expression was still habitually calm, his gaze was visibly gentle.
Xie Wanning had grown somewhat accustomed to his changes, so she didn’t feel the initial discomfort upon seeing this; she just lowered her gaze and asked, “Aren’t you eating?”
He had only made one bowl of noodles…
However, upon hearing this, Lu Ziyan looked up at her and answered very naturally, “I am.”
Xie Wanning thought he had brought some dry rations, but he never took them out.
After she ate a few bites and was about to set down her bowl and chopsticks, this man naturally took them over, and only then did she realize that his idea of eating was to finish off everything she had left…
Even the egg she had bitten into halfway was devoured by him in one go.
Xie Wanning pursed her lips. “Couldn’t you make another bowl?”
He had to eat her leftovers—what did that look like…
Lu Ziyan kept his head down eating the noodles, ignoring her words. Moments later, he set down the empty bowl with not even a drop of soup left, wiped his lips, and looked at her. “Rested well?”
Xie Wanning: “…”
Her pupils slowly widened. What did that mean?
They had just fooled around in the hot spring pool for so long—wasn’t that enough for him?
Lu Ziyan felt like laughing at her gaze, and his hand slid down along her bent knee.
Inside was her completely naked body…
“Don’t!” Xie Wanning grabbed his hand. “Just now… it was too long. I’m a bit uncomfortable.”
Lu Ziyan softly acknowledged with a hum, appearing very agreeable, but his hand didn’t stop moving.
“Let me take a look…” he said.
He abruptly pulled back the brocade quilt, and under the bright candlelight, his line of sight fell downward.
Xie Wanning’s face was flushed red, feeling that his gaze was even hotter than the candlelight in the tent.
The knee he was holding trembled lightly, and Lu Ziyan noticed, chuckling lowly.
“Wanwan was right; you really suffered…”
“Give me a kiss…”
With that, he pressed his lips over.
She couldn’t stop him in time and, half-reclining like this, had no way to avoid watching his movements.
…What a proud man, yet on the bed he could set aside his pride completely—this life and her past life, it was always like this.
In her past life, when he did these things, Xie Wanning had even wondered if he treated Liu Manrou the same way…
Later, she grew increasingly disgusted by his kisses.
At the height of the misunderstanding, she saw his fondness for lingering on her bed as treating her like a tool for him to vent on.
Thinking back now… she had indeed been somewhat biased.
He was right; he had never been inconsiderate of her body during sexual intercourse—instead, he cared a lot about her feelings…
A long time later, Xie Wanning’s eyelashes trembled lightly, her legs unconsciously tightening, her red lips pressed together, suppressing the soft moan about to escape her throat.
Lu Ziyan stopped his movements, reached out to grasp her wrist, looked up at her, meeting those misty eyes brimming like spring water, and smiled. “Wanwan, am I good?”
With his back to the candlelight, his facial expression wasn’t very clear, but Xie Wanning could still see the wetness on his jaw. She felt a bit shy, yet her line of sight didn’t dodge; instead, she reached out to cup his face, swallowed, and said dryly, “Why do you like doing this kind of thing so much?”
“…” Lu Ziyan fell silent for a long moment without speaking, but his ear tips began to heat up.
He wanted to pull away the hand on his face, but Xie Wanning had already noticed his change and slid her hand down to touch his ear, her pupils gradually widening.
How thick-skinned this man was—Xie Wanning had seen it many times; he didn’t care about the occasion when aroused and felt no shame in it.
Now he was actually… shy?
