Chapter 968: Gourmet Delights Personally Made by the Heartthrob
Han Jing didn’t even know when she fell asleep or how she fell asleep in the end.
All she knew was that when hunger woke her up, it was already noon the next day.
Han Jing rubbed her sore waist, Su Yu was already gone, and she somewhat suspected if she was dream-pressed by a ghost. Damn, it was exhausting, even more than fighting!
On the other hand, Su Yu always seemed to be full of energy, making her feel like he was replenishing his yang with her yin, and the poor her was the one being used. She wondered if she continued like this, would she be sucked dry of her essence and eventually just die off.
Sigh, instead of becoming a fairy, she ended up being used by a spirit, Han Jing felt a little resentment.
While she was lost in thought, Su Yu’s face, which was even more attractive than a fairy’s, had somehow appeared in front of Han Jing. Han Jing blinked her eyes and then continued to zone out.
Su Yu pinched her cheek with his fingers, "You’ve lost weight."
Han Jing... being constantly used like this every day, how could she not lose weight? Maybe in a while, she’d be nothing but skin and bones.
Han Jing instantly imagined herself as a fragile little white flower, emaciated, swaying in the wind as if she could collapse at any moment. It was truly pitiful.
Seeing her lost in thought, Su Yu used a bit of force, and Han Jing winced, finally snapping back to reality.
"What are you thinking about?" Su Yu asked while rubbing her face with his fingers, as if he had found an amusing toy, showing great interest.
Han Jing...
"Sigh." She sighed.
Su Yu chuckled softly, "What’s wrong?"
Han Jing said with a hint of resentment, "Every time I think about trying to deal with you, this tormenting little spirit, I see your face and just give up on the idea of settling scores with you. Indeed, whether human or spirit, as long as you have a good-looking face, you can be forgiven."
Holding such a drool-worthy male god every day, no matter how tired she was, she could forgive him.
Indeed, perhaps deep down she still had a bit of an infatuation streak. Although she thought she had long been immune to beauty, Su Yu’s face still seemed to never grow old; instead, it became more and more captivating.
Being so good-looking really does tempt one to commit a crime.
Han Jing extended her fingers, played with a strand of Su Yu’s jet-black hair, feeling its texture in her palm. Hair like ink, skin like jade, eyes like Star Stones—how could someone be this perfect?
Han Jing was indulging in her admiration when suddenly her stomach made a very unharmonious sound, "Grumble~"
Han Jing...
Su Yu laughed lowly, bent down, and cradled Han Jing in his arms, carrying her all the way to the bathroom and ’plopped’ her down inside.
Han Jing...
What happened to being gentle?
So what’s the deal with his occasional spasmodic behavior? No way, after dinner, she needed to ask her mother if she remembers when Su Yu was born. This weird temperament must be an Aquarius thing, right? Damn, he’s even more unpredictable than her, is he from outer space?
Han Jing was muttering to herself while quickly taking a shower. By the time she was done and stepped out, the enticing aroma of food already wafted through, and Han Jing immediately forgot about whether Su Yu was from another planet. It didn’t matter which star he came from—cooking this well made him the best husband in the world!
Han Jing quickly dashed to the dining table, her eyes already gleaming brightly.
Indeed, life’s greatest happiness is tasting delicious food when you’re hungry. Ah, yes, it’s eating food personally cooked by the male god after sleeping with him.