On the morning of the second day, An Xin looked at Ling Cheng sleeping beside her, his face full of exhaustion, and couldn’t help thinking about last night’s madness.
There were bite marks all over An Xin’s chest, and even down there it ached badly, but she felt very happy because these were proof of A Chen’s love for her.
It was just that Ling Cheng had fought three consecutive rounds and finally couldn’t get it up anymore. Now he had been asleep for ten hours without waking up.
Ling Cheng’s sleeping face was tilted slightly, his lips parted gently in a thin line, opening and closing with each breath.
“So adorable, completely defenseless. It makes me want to lock you up, darling~”
An Xin said while gazing at Ling Cheng’s sleeping face, uttering scary words.
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“An Xin, want to go eat at that Russian restaurant?”
Ling Cheng had just woken up at 10 a.m. and, after a quick wash, planned to go out for food with An Xin.
“Up to you. A Chen, you look so listless.”
Since it was snowing outside, An Xin had also changed into winter clothes. Seeing Ling Cheng so spiritless, she couldn’t help teasing him.
“I can’t help it. Last night was… too long.”
Even now, Ling Cheng felt a lingering soreness in his weak spot.
“That’s a shame. I was hoping we could continue tonight…”
“It’s actually fine. I think I’ll recover by tonight.”
When it came to saving face, Ling Cheng was no exception.
Holding hands, they stepped onto the snow-covered street but felt no cold at all.
Soon they entered an ordinary Russian restaurant near the hotel. Warm orange lights flickered, creating a cozy atmosphere.
An Xin and Ling Cheng each ordered two dishes. An Xin chose pan-fried salmon and pot-roasted beef, while Ling Cheng picked borscht and steak.
In Ling Cheng’s opinion, fish was best braised in soy sauce; otherwise, it was too bland.
An Xin didn’t have such preferences—she thought all fish tasted good.
While Ling Cheng was still sipping the Moscow borscht, An Xin had already used her fork to pick up a piece of beef and brought it to his lips.
“Don’t worry, I just used this fork.”
An Xin even flashed a proud smile.
“Chances for an indirect kiss with such a cute girlfriend are rare.”
After everything they’d been through last night, Ling Cheng wasn’t about to get shy over something trivial. He bit the beef and chewed heartily.
“How does it feel being fed by your girlfriend?”
Seeing sauce smeared at the corner of Ling Cheng’s mouth, An Xin grabbed a napkin and wiped it for him.
“The beef isn’t that great—a bit dry and not well-seasoned. But because a super cute girl fed it to me, it feels unexpectedly wonderful.”
Ling Cheng narrowed his eyes, enjoying his girlfriend’s care.
“In that case, I’ll have to charge a service fee, dear.”
“What?”
“Since you say you’ll recover by tonight, let’s do it at least twice tonight.”
At this, Ling Cheng could even see a strange gleam in An Xin’s eyes.
Ling Cheng felt this kind of happy trouble for the first time. With such a cute girlfriend, could his body really handle it?
Though cold sweat was already trickling down Ling Cheng’s back, he wouldn’t admit defeat verbally.
“Only twice? No problem.”
“So impressive~”
Once they had eaten enough, An Xin leaned into Ling Cheng’s arms, watching the snow begin to fall again outside the window.
“So happy. I want to stay here forever with you. But if you think it’s too cold here, we can go somewhere else.”
While leaning on Ling Cheng’s shoulder, An Xin didn’t forget to grab his hand and place it over her lower abdomen.
“Still don’t want to go back?”
Ling Cheng neither refused nor agreed, instead asking softly.
“Yeah. If I go back, I might see Dad again.”
Of course, An Xin didn’t finish the whole sentence. There was another half she left unsaid.
If they went back, Ling Cheng might see those women again, especially the fake girlfriend who claimed to be his girlfriend.
Even if the other girl was fake, it made her feel extremely insecure. Even with Ling Cheng by her side, she still didn’t have enough confidence. Deep inside, she still saw herself as a worthless person.
“But I want to take you back. I want to show off my adorable girlfriend in front of everyone.”
Seeing that no one was around, Ling Cheng gently kissed An Xin on the cheek.
“I want to prove you to your father. Trust me, I can do it. Okay?”
“Mm…”
An Xin held Ling Cheng’s hand, hesitated several times, then nodded softly.
“Then you have to protect me.”
“Okay.”
After snuggling a while longer, the snow gradually stopped. The two slowly walked out of the restaurant toward the small square outside.
The city’s accumulated snow had never melted, and with the morning’s additional snowfall, it was now thick enough to cover Ling Cheng’s ankles.
“A Chen, do you want to have a snowball fight?”
Both An Xin and Ling Cheng were from the south. They rarely saw snow as children, let alone had snowball fights.
“Don’t cry if you lose.”
Since he could finally experience something he only saw in manga as a kid, Ling Cheng wouldn’t refuse.
“Then… take this!”
Just as Ling Cheng agreed, An Xin had already secretly grabbed a handful of snow, formed it into a ball, and sneak-attacked him.
“Whoa!”
Ling Cheng didn’t react in time and took it straight to the face. But An Xin hadn’t used much force, so he didn’t feel pain. Still, the sudden cold shock made him shiver.
“Alright, you sneaky attacker!”
While dodging An Xin’s continuous assaults, Ling Cheng gathered snow from the nearby greenery.
Bending down to collect snow was convenient, but it limited his vision and movement, making him too easy a target.
Ling Cheng’s hands were nimble. He quickly gathered enough snow and threw it at An Xin’s clothes.
He was careful not to hit her face—if snow got into her clothes, it might chill her already not-so-strong body.
“Ah!”
An Xin tried to dodge, but the pain between her legs slowed her movements. The snowball exploded near her coat pocket.
“A Chen, eat this huge snowball!”
While being attacked by Ling Cheng, An Xin secretly packed a snowball as big as half her head and tossed it.
Ling Cheng saw his chance, threw an elbow strike, and shattered An Xin’s strongest counterattack.
“I give up, I give up~”
Seeing her best counter easily broken, and given the situation between her legs made it hard to move freely, An Xin had to surrender.
But being able to have a snowball fight with A Chen this time was enough to make her happy.
“A Chen~ can you carry me back? It still hurts down there…”
As Ling Cheng approached, An Xin said softly.
“Of course. If it hurts, I should have carried you earlier. It’s my fault.”
Ling Cheng scratched his head awkwardly. He had indeed gotten a bit wild last night.
“Hmm, A Chen is so gentle. I love you the most, the most!”
At that moment, Ling Cheng’s phone rang. He pulled it out and couldn’t help frowning when he saw the screen.