Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 152 Didn’t Go Home (2)

Along with the sound of the door opening, Ji Dongquan walked in carrying a tray with two bowls of porridge on it. Steaming hot with a faint aroma, Mi Wan knew just by the smell that it was her favorite mushroom and shrimp porridge.

"Come over and sit down," Ji Dongquan said, placing the tray on the table and then turning to Mi Wan, who was standing by the bed.

Upon hearing this, Mi Wan gave a slight smile and walked over to sit at the table, taking the spoon Ji Dongquan handed her.

It was already past noon, and after spending so much energy in bed, Mi Wan was starving. Smelling the fragrant shrimp porridge, she immediately started, scooping up a spoonful, blowing on it, and then sending it into her mouth.

The next second, the familiar taste hit her taste buds, and as the delicious flavor spread in her mouth, her heart too was stirred.

She had never forgotten this taste. Just one sip and she could tell it was Ji Dongquan who had personally made the porridge.

When they were in graduate school, Ji Dongquan didn’t live on campus because his family was well-off. Before he came to Jin City, his family had already prepared accommodation for him. It was an apartment building near the school, where students from wealthy families lived. At that time, Mi Wan lived on campus, but Ji Dongquan often took her out to play, returning late and frequently missing curfew.

At first, Ji Dongquan would obediently send her back, but as time went on and their relationship grew stable, he stopped sending her home and would take her back to his apartment instead.

They say love during student years is beautiful. During that time, they were like a young couple, shopping at the supermarket, cooking, doing everything couples do, and even Ji Dongquan’s cooking skills were taught by her hand in hand...

"Why aren’t you drinking? Doesn’t it taste good?" Ji Dongquan frowned as he saw Mi Wan lost in thought.

His question pulled Mi Wan out of her torrent of memories. She smiled and shook her head, then continued to drink the porridge one mouthful at a time.

"Why aren’t you eating?"

After finishing half a bowl of shrimp porridge, Mi Wan noticed that Ji Dongquan was just watching her, with no movement on his porridge.

"Watching you eat," Ji Dongquan said, his thin lips curling into a smile.

"What’s so interesting about watching me?" Mi Wan rolled her eyes playfully, then scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and held it up to Ji Dongquan’s mouth, saying sternly, "Open your mouth."

Ji Dongquan glanced at the spoon close to him, then smiled knowingly and opened his mouth.

"Mmm, delicious. With your saliva, it tastes different," Ji Dongquan said, savoring the porridge slowly, teasing Mi Wan with a playful glint in his eye.

"Could you not be so gross?" Mi Wan gave him a disapproving look. Seeing his enjoying yet unserious expression, she felt helpless inside. This man really hadn’t changed at all in this aspect.

"How am I gross? Is it because I’m too ugly? Or too lecherous?" Ji Dongquan said nonchalantly.

"You’re not ugly, but you are a bit lecherous!" Mi Wan sarcastically retorted with her sharp tongue.

Lecherous?

Where was he lecherous?

Ji Dongquan’s handsome face darkened as he shot a sharp glare at Mi Wan before getting up, walking over to her, and bending down to tickle her.

"Hehe..."

Mi Wan was extremely ticklish. Under Ji Dongquan’s attack, she twisted and turned, unable to escape his grasp while trapped in the chair.

"Hehe..." Mi Wan laughed uncontrollably. Catching her breath, she yelled, "Ji Dongquan, stop! I... I can’t take it anymore!" If he continued, she wouldn’t be able to breathe.

However, Ji Dongquan didn’t stop immediately. Staring at the struggling Mi Wan, he smiled and asked, "Do you still think I’m lecherous?"

"No! I don’t!" Knowing better than to argue, Mi Wan quickly appeased Ji Dongquan.

"Then beg me to stop."

"I beg you, Ji Dongquan, please stop," Mi Wan said softly.

Hearing this, Ji Dongquan felt satisfied. Adjusting his hands, he picked Mi Wan up, sat down on the chair, and placed Mi Wan on his lap.

"Wanwan, what you just said sounds a lot like what you said last night when you begged me."

"So what if it’s the same? Are you going to eat or not? The porridge is getting cold!"

"Of course I’ll eat, but I’d rather hold you than eat the porridge."

This man really couldn’t get enough!

Mi Wan pressed her temples and said, "Ji Dongquan, do you have to be in such a rush?"

"Of course, I wish I could hold you every day."

Hearing Ji Dongquan’s sweet words, Mi Wan’s ears turned red. She decided to ignore him to avoid encouraging him further.

Quickly finishing a bowl of porridge, Mi Wan tried to get up from Ji Dongquan’s lap. But Ji Dongquan held her tightly around the waist, gently ordering, "Baby, be good, feed me the porridge."

Don’t you have your own hands!

Mi Wan cursed inwardly, but remained calm on the surface. She picked up the bowl and obediently fed him the porridge.

Soon, the porridge was finished, but Mi Wan still couldn’t escape Ji Dongquan’s grasp. He held her, kissing and touching until he was satisfied, finally giving her freedom. Mi Wan deeply regretted choosing to drink porridge in the room.

Never make this mistake again! But who could predict the future? Ji Dongquan never cared about the occasion when he wanted to be playful!

After swallowing the birth control pills, Mi Wan followed Ji Dongquan out of the room.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Wanwan!" As soon as they stepped out of the door, a slightly immature yet low voice greeted her. Following the sound, Mi Wan saw He Zerui sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons.

Aunt?

Jumping from sister to aunt so quickly felt a bit awkward, but Mi Wan covered it well, smiling as she greeted He Zerui, "Hello, Zerui."

He Zerui grinned brightly, looking curiously at Mi Wan as he asked, "Aunt Wanwan, are you going to marry Mr. Ji?"

Uh...

Did Ji Dongquan ask him to ask this, or did he come up with the question after seeing her come out of Ji Dongquan’s room?

Kids these days mature early. He Zerui was already ten, so even if he didn’t fully understand adult relationships, he had some vague notions. Thus, it wasn’t surprising he could ask such a question.

"No, we don’t plan to get married," Mi Wan replied with a calm smile, appearing gentle and composed.

"Then you..." He Zerui hesitated, looking confused.

They were just old lovers, spending a night together after drinking!

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