Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 797 - 311. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] He Fell from the Cliff Edge (Part Four)_2

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Lu Huai’an couldn’t remember how many years it had been since he last slept in. When he woke up again, it was ten thirty.

Which meant that after Lin Chu had left the room, he slept for another four hours, and some of the fatigue was dispelled by the rest.

He went to the bathroom to shower, changed into clean loungewear, and walked out of the bedroom.

When he lived alone in the small building, he would hardly hear any unnecessary sounds, but now, as he opened the bedroom door, he heard a clattering commotion.

There was no need to think about who was causing it.

Following the direction of the sound, Lu Huai’an walked to the kitchen and saw a girl, with her back to him, standing at the kitchen sink washing vegetables.

The trash can had broken porcelain pieces, which should be the source of the earlier noise.

Although the temperature outside had cooled down, the building had a temperature control system, keeping every room at the most comfortable temperature for humans, regardless of the season.

She was wearing the simplest clothes: a white T-shirt, light-washed denim shorts, and pink slippers, with two pale legs that had curves even more beautiful than those of a professional model.

Her long hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, her head slightly bowed, and the graceful curve of her swan-like neck was exposed.

The sunlight was soft, streaming through the glass into the kitchen, scattering stars of light over her body. Every strand of her hair was outlined clearly, surrounded by a faint halo, making her silhouette so beautiful it was hard to look away.

Lu Huai’an was somewhat lost in thought; is this what life is?

...

The supermarket wasn’t far from the neighborhood, and Lin Chu drove there and back in just half an hour.

As for why she still hadn’t finished cooking, it was because making noodles was really difficult. She could cook, but only simple home-cooked dishes.

This was her first time making and rolling out noodles.

She found a video online, watched it for ten minutes before starting, failing repeatedly until ten o’clock when it finally started to look like something.

While washing the vegetables, she suddenly felt something strange.

It seemed... someone was behind her.

Thinking this, she turned around, and the man leaning against the doorway came into view, startling her so much that the green vegetables in her hand trembled and fell into the sink.

She gave him a sideways glance with mock annoyance, patting her chest and complaining, "Why are you so quiet?"

The girl’s face was covered in flour, on her nose, chin, and cheeks, and in Lu Huai’an’s eyes, it overlapped with the image of her very young self, running behind him, face full of mud after a fall.

He kept his hand casually in his pocket, leaning at the kitchen doorway, with a slight curve of his lips, "You were too focused, not hearing anything—is that my fault?"

Lin Chu had never seen this side of Lu Huai’an.

The gray loungewear carried an inherent air of aloofness, but he himself wasn’t cold at all, the slight upward curve of his lips devoid of any mockery, instead there was... an element of indulgence, softening his sharp features.

Is this really Lu Huai’an?

Is this definitely Lu Huai’an?

Lin Chu felt an inexplicable nervousness, possibly because of her rapidly beating heart, as she stammered, "Why... why do you smile like that? It’s kind of creepy."

Lu Huai’an said nothing, stepping into the kitchen, moving closer to Lin Chu.

There were tissues on the counter, and after turning off the faucet, he pulled out two sheets and began carefully wiping the flour from her face.

Despite having kissed and slept with him before, Lin Chu’s heart had never beat this fast, perhaps from Lu Huai’an’s strange behavior.

Thump thump, as if it might leap out of her chest.

The masculine scent of hormones filled the air; his movements were gentle. The soft tissue brushed over her skin, white powder softly rising into the air—made visible in the sunlight, each tiny grain distinct.

Their proximity was close, yet without direct contact.

But this teasing, both faint and enticing, made Lin Chu blush, the red gradually spreading to her slender swan-like neck and collarbone, making the button pendant seem more attractive than usual.

Her skin was fair, so any hint of redness was obvious. Her small earlobes were flushed like they were tinged with blood.

Her soul seemed lost, as she heard the man ask, "Are you going to burn down my kitchen?"

Stunned, she replied, "I shouldn’t... right?"

Lu Huai’an didn’t know she could cook.