Chapter 112: It Seems I Didn't Feed You Enough Just Now

His dark eyes remained fixed on her moved expression. With a slight curl of his lips, he pressed another kiss to her forehead before pulling her quietly into his embrace.

Meng Yi’er pressed her face against his firm chest; the searing heat radiating from him made the blush on her cheeks deepen. The vast bedroom returned to a state of profound silence, broken only by the sound of rapid heartbeats—though it was unclear whose they were.

The distance between them had finally narrowed.

Yan Yichen felt the undeniable warmth and softness of her in his arms, his cold heart gradually dissolving, filling instead with warmth and happiness.

Suddenly, a stomach growl sounded at the most inopportune moment. Meng Yi’er quietly buried her head deeper, silently praying that he hadn't heard it.

But Yan Yichen had already begun to laugh, his deep, husky, and seductive voice spreading slowly beside her ear.

"Hungry?"

"Mhm," Meng Yi’er replied shyly.

Yan Yichen slowly lifted her chin. A gentle, faint smile hung on his lips, his brows slightly raised, his ink-black eyes locked onto her lush, enticing red lips.

"It seems I didn't feed you enough just now..."

As the words left his lips, he leaned in as if to kiss her.

"Scoundrel..."

Flustered and angry, Meng Yi’er blushed and dodged his impending kiss. How could this man be so improper? She had only just begun to accept him, and he was already taking liberties?

The way this was unfolding didn't seem quite right.

The smile on Yan Yichen’s lips deepened, and he lunged toward her with a playful menace.

"Then let me show you what a scoundrel is really capable of."

"No... Yan Yichen... stop!"

His hands found her underarms and waist. Meng Yi’er laughed and shrieked, struggling to escape his seemingly omnipresent hands.

"Do you still dare to call me a scoundrel?"

Watching the woman laughing and trembling in his arms, Yan Yichen spoke with satisfaction, his deep, sexy voice laced with a rare sense of delight.

The wretched man—he was actually tickling her! She hated being tickled more than anything. *Fine*, she thought, *a wise woman doesn't fight a man.*

Meng Yi’er was laughing so hard she could barely catch her breath. Tears welled in her eyes as she clutched her stomach and begged for mercy.

"I won't... I won't do it again... Yan Yichen... please, spare me."

Satisfied, the man pulled her back into his embrace and pecked her lips twice more. Only when she had finally calmed down did he lift her into his arms and head downstairs.

Taken by surprise, Meng Yi’er instinctively clung to his shoulders.

"What are you doing now?"

Yan Yichen looked at her with gentle, dark eyes and whispered:

"Satisfying you... with a meal."

He set her down on a barstool in the kitchen, brushed a kiss against her slightly swollen, reddened lips, and leaned into her ear, his deep, husky voice murmuring, "Wait for me a moment..."

His warm breath grazed her sensitive neck, causing her heart to race and her face to burn. Heavens, did this man have to flirt with her constantly? At this rate, she would surely develop a heart condition.

Yan Yichen donned an apron, retrieved ingredients from the refrigerator, and began to work with calm, elegant precision.

She had never imagined that a man could look so handsome while cooking. He looked even better than usual! Truly, a man who could cook was the perfect man.

Meng Yi’er watched him in a daze, her face glowing with pure happiness, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. Was this what falling in love felt like? Was this the sensation of romance?

It seemed... it really was quite wonderful.