Chapter 128: Chapter 77 Molten Custard Bun_3 Chapter 128: Chapter 77 Molten Custard Bun_3 Wen Yangzhi drawled slowly, “Still want to watch?”

With her lips slightly parted, her round eyes gazed at him, somewhat dazed and confused.

Wen Yangzhi looked at her and felt as if he were addicted to a poison she had seeded within him.

Just exchanging glances made him feel a rush of heat surging through his blood, desire rushing to his head.

In a low voice he said, “Come here.”

Yun Yuwan walked over.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, bent down to kiss her; Yun Yuwan tiptoed to offer herself up. The height difference was too much; she couldn’t stay on her toes, so he simply picked her up and set her on the vanity. His hands braced on either side of her, and Yun Yuwan’s legs wrapped around his waist.

The bathroom light spilled over the two of them, and the movements of their bodies were clearly reflected in the mirror.

Ten minutes later, Yun Yuwan was still sitting on the vanity, leaning in his embrace, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She tried to fasten her clothes but couldn’t reach, so Wen Yangzhi reached around her back, slipping his hand inside her nightgown to fasten the buttons at the back.

She knew his hands were roaming everywhere, but she didn’t resist when he touched her. In fact, she felt he should use more force.

Yun Yuwan leaned on his shoulder, which really was broad. Even without wearing intentionally shoulder-padded shirts and suits, she found it broad and sexy enough to make her want to lean on him.

She mumbled, “Wen Yangzhi, you smell so good.”

His voice was so low that she could feel a slight vibration against his chest. He found it amusing and asked back, “I smell good?”

She mumbled again, “Your mouth is so warm.”

As she spoke, she lifted her head, aimed at his lips to kiss him, and even bit his lower lip.

Wen Yangzhi looked down at her, pushing her stray hair behind her ear, his large hand cradling her face. Yun Yuwan gazed at him with a dreamy look in her eyes, “Why are you so cute?”

She said what Wen Yangzhi was supposed to say, and he answered lazily, “I’m cute?”

Her round, big eyes were filled with clear, rippling desire, yet perplexingly endearing. “Yes, you’re so cute. I just want to bite you a few times and eat you up.”

It was the first time anyone had described him with the word “cute.”

Wen Yangzhi and she looked into each other’s eyes, his gaze indifferent, hers lost. He seemed to want to devour her.

Yun Yuwan whispered softly, “Just now I saw a standing wardrobe with a screen inside its wall, what is that for?”

“A weighing scale; it can measure height and weight when you step inside,” he kneaded her lower back.

Yun Yuwan, surprised, “Why would there be a weighing scale in a wardrobe?”

He answered her question, “Didn’t know when it was installed, found out only much later.”

She suddenly felt curious, “I want to try it.”

Wen Yangzhi lifted her down and she pitter-pattered over, running like Donald Duck, took off her slippers and stepped into the side of the wardrobe where he hadn’t hung any clothing.

She discovered the display didn’t change.

“Wen Yangzhi, how does this work?”

He walked over, hand braced on the edge of the wardrobe and another against the wall, enclosing her inside and looking at the screen in front of her.

The atmosphere was so charged it made her legs weak, having just shared a kiss, she felt a bit overwhelmed.

She suddenly said, “Hong Sheng.”

Without looking up, he merely said, “What did you call me?”

She eagerly repeated, “Hong Sheng.”

He didn’t reply, just cast her a deep, intense look, then continued adjusting the scale, his expression slightly tense and silent.

Testing the waters, she tugged at the hem of his clothing, “Don’t you like me calling you that?”

His voice was indifferent, “I like it.”

But his tone didn’t seem to carry any hint of liking.

She didn’t understand, “If you like it, why do you react like that?”

His voice was very low, “Tonight, in bed, call me that too.”

Yun Yuwan could hardly hold back, her smile muscles on her face involuntarily rose as she chided,

“Why are you like this?”

He adjusted the scale’s settings, “Is that not good?”

She suddenly leaned close to his ear to whisper, “It’s good, I really like it.”

She bit his earlobe, soft yet with an almost sharp pressure.

All at once he realized that when she was sixteen and wanted to whisper to him, she actually wanted to bite his earlobe.

When she leaned in close back then, her lips were very near to his earlobe, just a bit closer and she could have kissed his ear.

Back then she seemed even younger and simpler than now, so innocent he never imagined what desires might be going through her mind, but he suddenly realized now that she was like a custard bun with a molten heart.

At sixteen, she had wanted to bite her brother’s earlobe.

Yet Wen Yangzhi didn’t show any reaction, simply peeling off the protective film from the scale’s LCD screen.

Inexplicably, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

A bit amusing.