CHAPTER 255: CHAPTER 252: GETTING KISSED BY ME ANYTIME, ANYWHERE HERE?

Actually, the renovation of the apartment on the thirty-first floor is also very nice, but probably because he doesn’t live there, the style belongs to the popular minimalist Nordic style that many design companies promote.

On the other hand, Jing Jihan’s thirty-second floor truly exudes a cold style everywhere.

So, how could a man with such a nature suddenly do that in public yesterday...

Shi Su opened the curtains, and sunlight streamed through the bedroom window. She clapped her hands and turned off the lights; the room was still very bright.

The view from this angle isn’t much different from that of the thirty-first floor. There isn’t much change in structure; the main bedroom windows face south of Jiang City, while the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room face the Yu Jing Group Building.

She squinted at the view outside the window for a moment, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, glancing at the spacious living room and confirming that it indeed has a cold style. The light gray leather sofa in the middle is larger than hers, and looks like it would be very comfortable to lie on.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room allow more sunlight to pour in, making it even brighter than the bedroom.

She seemed to hear some noise coming from the kitchen, hesitated, shot a glance in that direction, walked over, rounded the crystal marble partition at the kitchen’s entrance, and saw Jing Jihan inside.

In the upper echelons of society, no matter how capable a man might be, most are hands-off when it comes to cooking. In general, the higher a man’s status in the country, the more ingrained the male chauvinism becomes, seeing cooking as something unrelated to them, even if not relegated entirely to women’s duty, it is surely considered the domain of nannies and housekeepers.

Yet there Jing Jihan stood in the kitchen, and she inexplicably found him more appealing than ever. Perhaps it was the fever making her lightheaded, causing her heart to beat uncontrollably faster.

Jing Jihan wasn’t wearing a jacket, nor was he dressed in home casuals; he stood by the kitchen countertop in a white shirt.

His kitchen didn’t have the island-style setup that those young kids mimic from Korean dramas. Instead, the kitchen was partitioned with crystal marble, avoiding the intrusion of oil and smoke, and was very healthy.

Jing Jihan probably had just showered. The collar of his shirt was unbuttoned a few notches, open and loose, revealing a clean and pronounced Adam’s apple. His usually immaculate short black hair wasn’t dried completely and was still semi-wet. He was slicing carrots, and in his long and clean fingers, even the knife seemed to gleam.

This scene in front of her was inexplicably beautiful.

This man, Jing Jihan, from head to toe, possessed an inexplicable charm that made it hard to look away.

It was a feeling of intense heart-racing that she had never experienced before.

"Do you need help?" She spoke up, her voice still hoarse from inflammation.

Jing Jihan heard her and turned to glance at her, his gaze first dropping down to see she obediently wore indoor slippers today, then raised his eyes again, taking in her sickly complexion: "The fever hasn’t subsided, go back and rest, I’ll call you when breakfast is ready."

"You’re making breakfast?" Shi Su blinked.

The man withdrew his clear, indifferent gaze and continued standing by the countertop, favoring the carrot almost ready to be sliced.

"It’s not like you haven’t eaten breakfast made by me before." Jing Jihan’s back was straight and lean.

But Shi Su knew very well that he was merely the type who looked slim in clothes; he had a really good build, not skinny at all, he was incredibly strong, so strong that when he held her and kissed her, she couldn’t push him away; the disparity in strength between men and women was too obvious.

"Back then, you were at my place, and I couldn’t cook because my neck hurt. Also, I wasn’t paying you, so it wasn’t always appropriate to indulge Shi Mianmian with takeout; the few meals you made might have been due to no other choice." Shi Su’s gaze remained fixed on the man’s attractive back, unwilling to leave the kitchen, though she indeed lacked energy now, so she leaned nearby and said, "It’s different now."

"Nothing is different."

Jing Jihan suddenly washed his hands, wiped them with kitchen paper, and opened the refrigerator next to him single-handedly to fetch other ingredients, suddenly reaching over with the other hand and directly pulling the weak and feeble Shi Su leaning against the partition next to the kitchen door toward him.

Shi Su was unprepared and was hugged by him, immediately trying to say, "Then you continue making your breakfast, I’ll head out," but before the words could leave her mouth, he easily pushed her, pinning her right up against the just-closed fridge door.

He gave her a deep kiss, eyes open and watching her, in her surprise she had her eyes wide open too; inside the calm and clear eyes of his was her reflection. After the kiss, his forehead leaning against hers, he said softly, "If you don’t leave, are you prepared to be kissed by me anywhere, anytime?"

Shi Su’s face flushed with heat; she turned her head slightly and quietly said, "I have the flu, aren’t you afraid of getting infected? In a while, both of us will get sick, and it looks like I won’t even be able to eat this breakfast."

Jing Jihan chuckled softly, "Don’t worry, you won’t go hungry."

Shi Su still didn’t look at him, using the opportunity of the fever to hide her flushed face, but was actually worried about infecting him. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, avoiding another kiss, turned to leave, but Jing Jihan still didn’t release her, instead raising his hand to feel her forehead.

"The fever hasn’t subsided yet. I’ll get you an ice pack to cool down physically in your room. Drink plenty of water, I’ll call you when breakfast’s ready."

Shi Su nodded with her hand over her mouth. When he casually took an ice pack out of the fridge, she instinctively put her hand down to take it, only for the man to suddenly pin her back against the closed fridge door again, and kissed her without hesitation.

Shi Su flailed in his arms for quite a while, softly murmuring "You’ll get infected," but he still didn’t let go until a cooking device in the kitchen issued a "ding." He pressed her neck gently and kissed her again, then released her.

Finally regaining her freedom, Shi Su hurriedly went out clutching the ice pack, and the first thing she did wasn’t to put the ice pack on her forehead but directly stuck it on her flushed face.

...

Shi Su was still running a fever, unable to eat greasy foods. Besides, because she had a fever-reducing shot last night and took medicine for the fever in the middle of the night, many things she couldn’t eat now, especially beef, eggs, seafood, etc.

But Jing Jihan managed, under her strict dietary restrictions, to make her Eight-Treasure Rice; the rice cooked very soft, easy to digest, and most other dishes were infused with carrots. Later, when he brought her fruit, it was also rich in Vitamin C. It was clear he worked meticulously to help her recover quickly.

Unable to eat greasy foods, her favorite braised spare ribs weren’t made, but he made her steamed spare ribs, very fragrant and tender. The rib meat was steamed until it could slide off the bones, extremely delicious.

Originally, she felt so sick she didn’t have much appetite, but she found herself increasingly hungry, as everything was just too delicious.

"Do you like it?" Jing Jihan ladled soup for her.

Shi Su nodded, "Mm, mm."

He set the ladled soup before her, "Even if I’m busy with work, it’s not like I won’t find time to make breakfast. Consider this one of the perks of being Mrs. Jing?"