Chapter 146: Ideal Type Chapter 83 Chapter 146: Ideal Type Chapter 83 Wen Yangzhi was washing up in the bathroom when Yun Yuwan woke up too. She stumbled into the bathroom, leaned into Wen Yangzhi’s arms, and hugged his waist, “Wipe my face… face… Yangzhi.”

She had just gotten out of bed and spoke with a bit of a slur.

Wen Yangzhi laughed lightly, drawing out his tone in playful mockery, “Yangzhi will wipe your face for you.”

Yuwan didn’t even open her eyes, resting against him. He was as reliable as a wall, unmoving and warm against her.

He ran hot water over a washcloth, wrung it out, and wiped her face and the corners of her eyes. After washing the cloth again, he wiped her face once more and pinched her cheek on purpose, asking her, “Are you deliberately trying to be cute?”

She wasn’t fully awake yet, trying to respond but only managing to breathe in, as if wanting to say something, then exhaling without getting the words out.

He wrapped one hand around her, his large hand on her slender arm, while with the other hand he cleaned her face, “You know I fall for this, right?”

He waited for an answer, but Yun Yuwan actually started snoring against him.

Very light, like a little piglet, a gentle snoring sound.

Wen Yangzhi stood there without moving until Yun Yuwan felt something kissing her and touching her face. With eyes closed, she reached to shoo it away instinctively, but her hand was caught, and then she was suddenly lifted into the air and placed back on the bed.

She didn’t know how long she had slept again, only that when she woke up, Wen Yangzhi was leaning against the headboard, dealing with work on his phone.

She stretched, pulling the blanket over her head to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, she heard Wen Yangzhi’s voice, deep as a bell, “Do you feel unwell?”

Yun Yuwan peeked out from under the blanket, looking at him confusedly.

Why was he asking if she was uncomfortable?

She felt perfectly fine—

Yuwan suddenly realized why he was asking her this.

Wen Yangzhi’s eyes, dark and thick as a raven’s feathers, watched her. When open, they were dark and deep, the corners of his eyes long, carrying an ambiguous and powerful predatory air.

She felt a bit embarrassed and turned away, “It’s alright, I felt a bit unwell at first, but after sleeping, it’s not much of a problem anymore.”

After a while, Wen Yangzhi turned off the screen, placed the phone on the bedside table with a soft click.

She listened to his movements.

Wen Yangzhi embraced her from behind, encircling her completely.

His breath enveloped her again,

She leaned against his warm chest, the faint scent of vetiver filling the air, a scent she recognized as his aftershave, a rising and sunny masculine fragrance, that somehow smelled clean.

Yun Yuwan recalled the heavy rain from the previous night and quietly asked, “It rained outside last night, doesn’t your leg hurt?”

He held her, his tone steady, “Even if it hurts, I have to do it.”

She suddenly turned her head to look straight at him.

His gaze fell upon her face, watching her silently.

Yuwan had no doubt he was ready to go again right now.

So whether it hurt or not didn’t matter to a man; he would do what he wanted to do regardless of the pain. If the electric circuit broke, he would take to the field to fix it himself, nothing could stop that lustful heart.

This damn rascal.

She muttered quietly, yet happily, “Why did you talk so much last night?”

It was an unprecedented outpouring, she had never heard him talk so much in one go.

Complimenting her hair, her breasts, her waist, in short, he liked every part of her from head to toe. Yuwan was a good baby, Yuwan was so beautiful, he liked her so much, and sometimes he would even grunt in approval. Listening to all of this made her blush, it just wasn’t like Wen Yangzhi.

Wen Yangzhi’s attitude was nonchalant, “Those are the compliments I’ve always wanted to give you, you look good from head to toe.”

She didn’t expect his response but immediately covered her ears, “That’s enough, it was fine to say it then, but now let’s not.”

She heard him either sigh or laugh, but it was probably a laugh, because what followed was his mocking voice, “So scared to listen?”

Yun Yuwan covered her ears and ignored him, pretending not to hear anything he said.

He said what would she do in the future.

She played deaf.

He said I have a lot more to say.

She pretended not to hear.

He asked what did she want to hear tonight?

Yun Yuwan suddenly closed her eyes tightly.

Unexpectedly, he slowly said, “Honestly, you are my ideal type.”

Yun Yuwan instantly loosened her tightly covered ears, her lips curved up in a slight and uncontrollable smile of triumph, and she pretended not to have heard him clearly. She turned to look at him, eager to hear him say it again, “What did you say?”

Watching her pretend, he snickered nonchalantly, his eyelashes lowered, the subtly hooked inner corners of his eyes, along with the delicate love bands, gave him an ambiguous and lively glint when he smiled, “You heard that, did you?”

She purposefully kept a straight face, “What did you just say? I didn’t hear it.”

Wen Yangzhi laughed lazily, his voice playfully elongating at the end, “Fine then, you didn’t hear ‘ideal type’.”

Yun Yuwan almost couldn’t keep her composure; she pursed her lips.

He had never said before that she was his ideal type, so it was no wonder he kept complimenting her last night, praising, “Baby, your voice is so sweet, I really like it, you are so cute,” so she was the ideal type, and he liked someone like her.

And earlier, he had looked stern as if he was about to lecture her, in reality, he probably couldn’t tell how thrilled he was inside when she seduced him.

Content with herself, she slid off the bed, “I’m going to brush my teeth and wash my face.”

She ran to the bathroom and giggled to herself.

Just as she finished brushing her teeth and was wiping her face, Wen Yangzhi floated past her from behind, “Ideal type, you washed your face this morning.”

She used a hot towel to cover her face, completely obscuring it, seemingly slowly wiping her face but actually snickering secretly.

Wen Yangzhi passed by her side, his clothes brushing against her. She heard it, but the next second he was pulling the hem of her nightgown from her underwear.

The sense of disconnect shocked Yun Yuwan; she lowered the towel, surprised and a bit embarrassed, “I didn’t realize it ended up in there.”

He was nonchalant, “I know.”

She was astonished, “You know what?”

He took her towel, rinsed it clean, wrung it out, and hung it up under the dryer, “Because I was the one who stuffed it in there.”

Once he finished with the towel, he looked at her, “I wanted to see if you were awake or asleep this morning.”

Yun Yuwan covered her bottom, shocked and incredulous.

His gaze dropped to her hands, then casually drifted back up, “Clearly, you’re a sound sleeper.”

She glared at him, then ran out ahead of him.

When Wen Yangzhi came out, he saw Yun Yuwan sitting in the closet of the dressing room, leaning against the wardrobe wall, glaring at him. The clothes from last night were still a mess, the collapsed mountain of garments calling for someone to reorganize them, creating a chaotic backdrop behind her.

But suddenly, he didn’t want to tidy it up anymore, at least not for a week.

Her height and weight were still displayed on the scale.

As he passed by, he asked her casually, “Are we guessing numbers again tonight?”

Hearing him still talk about it, she accused him, embarrassed, “No, I guess 121kg, and you top it to 122kg; I guess 122, and you go to 124. Who knew there was a 124—it’s always wrong no matter what I guess.”

“Then tonight, whatever number you say is right. You can have whatever you want,” he said.

She retorted awkwardly, “I don’t want to play that kind of game with you.”