“Ah! It’s seven o’clock.” She glanced at the clock and then looked back at the towel on his broad shoulders, “You’ve already finished your morning run.”
He nodded, slightly narrowing his dark eyes, laughing at her sleepiness.
“Useless alarm clock.” Lin Qianzhu pouted, tapping the clock twice, then glaring at him, “Next time, you must wake me up.”
Feng Shaohao had already tried, “A sleepy little pig is hard to wake up.”
“You’re more likable when you stay silent,” she said, her small face turning red, whispering coyly.
The corner of his mouth slightly curved, with a charming half-smile, “Don’t forget to pick plums at eight.”
“Oh right! I’ll brush my teeth and wash my face right away.”
She hurriedly grabbed a large hairpin to tie up her long hair, making a big movement, and the coat draped over her shoulders slipped off. The mirror’s reflection showed how alluring her open collar looked, and his gaze had changed.
She bent down to pick up the coat deliberately slowly, her swaying bosom barely concealed, revealing her smooth, fair shoulders.
No matter how good his self-control was, he couldn’t resist the temptation of the woman he loved. He immediately hugged her from behind, his face pressed against her fair neck, “Don’t want to make plum vinegar?”
“I do!” She immediately regained her serious expression and pushed him away, darting into the dressing room, “Hehe!”
Feng Shaohao furrowed his brows, desire burning, thinking about punishing his mischievous lover… he would deal with her while picking plums.
The unfamiliar expression in the mirror made him pause, realizing he too could have a side with devious, evil intentions.
Qianzhu plus love – this powerful combination completely melted his heart, making all impossible things possible.
The European-style villa was built next to a green plum grove, the plum trees laden with precious green fruit. Green plums were nature’s blessing, and also a witness to lovers’ affection.
Lin Qianzhu loved plum vinegar, so he bought the entire mountain forest and hired workers to cultivate plum trees, just so she could climb the mountain to pick plums during plum season.
“Heh! The first plum vinegar I made has been stored for six years now!” Every year at this time, she would always exclaim about how long her plum vinegar had been aging.
