Lu Wanwan relaxed herself and allowed him to be frivolous.
Li Jingchen originally wanted to be gentle, but her indulgence made his reason become a wild horse. Finally, he hugged her to the window edge, grabbed her waist with both hands, and kissed her passionately.
It wasn't until Lu Wanwan was almost out of breath that Li Jingchen ended the kiss and looked at her deeply: "I don't allow you to go."
Lu Wanwan was so dizzy from the kiss that she calmed down and then said: "I didn't say I wanted to go, but An An is still young, just in case..."
Li Jingchen put his big hand on her thigh, lingering ambiguously, and said, "I will send a special plane and mercenaries to send him there."
"Okay." Lu Wanwan agreed.
After the meal, Lu Wanwan took away his big hand that was moving upwards. When he frowned and was dissatisfied, he said: "I see you don't eat much tonight, so I'll go to the small kitchen to make you something to eat."
Right?"
Li Jingchen was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."
Lu Wanwan looked down at the floor and asked, "Before that, should you carry me down?"
This height made Lu Wanwan, who was pregnant, afraid to jump down. It was too convenient for Li Jingchen to do whatever he wanted.
Li Jingchen physically wanted to trap her and continue to take advantage, but psychologically he wanted to eat the midnight snack she made. In the end, his psychology defeated his physiology. After taking a step back, he hugged Lu Wanwan down.
Lu Wanwan shook the hem of her skirt that had just been rolled up by Li Jingchen and walked in front.
There was a small kitchen on the second floor. When Zhuang Jing gave Li Jingchen some leftovers, Lu Wanwan couldn't stand it, so he bought food and cooked in the small kitchen.
Now that Lu Wanwan is using it, he is quite familiar with it.
She casually opened a cabinet and was surprised to find: "There are actually ingredients in here?"
"The servants put them in regularly."
"But you don't have to use the small kitchen now. Isn't it a waste to put the ingredients here?"
There was a soft light in Li Jingchen's eyes: "The small kitchen is our kitchen, and I don't want to see it empty."
After Lu Wanwan smiled, he took out noodles, eggs, and ham sausage, and made a bowl of noodles for Li Jingchen.
She was about to pick up the bowl, but she heard Li Jingchen say: "Let me do it, be careful not to burn it."
Lu Wanwan then stepped aside.
Li Jingchen picked up the bowl and walked towards the dining chair aside.
The dining chairs on the second floor are relatively simple, but Lu Wanwan feels that these are the memories she and Li Jingchen share.
After sitting down, she supported her chin with one hand and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Li Jingchen picked up the noodles, blew on them, then lowered his head and started eating.
After a while, half the bowl of noodles was gone. Li Jingchen used practical actions to tell Lu Wanwan that the noodles she cooked were delicious.
The next second, Li Jingchen split the eggs in the bowl into two, put them in front of Lu Wanwan with a spoon, and said, "You can eat too."
Lu Wanwan shook his head: "I'm not hungry, you can eat."
Li Jingchen held up the spoon and looked at her intently.
Lu Wanwan compromised and said, "Okay, I'll eat."
The movement outside the door attracted the attention of the next room.
At some point, the door of An An's room opened a crack. He looked at the scene of Li Jingchen and Lu Wanwan giving each other food, and suddenly remembered the old things the servant told him.
They said that Li Jingchen's stepmother was very mean to him and deliberately gave him leftovers to eat when he was blind. It was only after his mother got married that the situation improved.
It's just that Mommy was still in her internship at that time, her salary was not high, and the things she bought were not good, but as long as she had a bite to eat, Mommy would share it with Li Jingchen.
When An An first heard this, he always felt that it was a bit exaggerated, and even suspected that the servant did it on purpose to make him sympathize with Li Jingchen.
Now it seems that all this should be true.
Because to this day, Li Jingchen has everything, but he cherishes the food that his mother made for him.
An An felt depressed, and at the same time she understood why Li Jingchen was so obsessed with his mother.
Who can be willing to go back to the starting point after having this kind of tenderness?
If it were him, he would also want to fight for it.