Let's Eat

"Time to get up, Eina."

"Mm-hmm—"

In response to Sharon, there was only a vague, muffled whimper. Eina buried her face deeper into the soft feather pillow, revealing only a waterfall of silver hair spread across the dark bedsheets, like a stream under moonlight.

Eina remained buried in the pillow like an ostrich, not lifting her head to look at her husband.

The surroundings were a mess.

"Don't dawdle. Come on, time to eat." Sharon touched Eina's lower abdomen and spoke.

"But I'm already quite full..." Eina tilted her head, her face beaming with a satisfied smile as she looked at Sharon.

She was referring to how she had just taken the chance during a brief rest to sneak a sip of Sharon's blood.

Sharon thought for a moment, then said: "If you're not going to eat, then you can feed me."

"Do you need me to feed you mouth to mouth?" Eina sat up in bed, stretched her arms, revealing her graceful curves. "We haven't done that in a long time."

"Have we ever done that?" Sharon's eyes widened. No matter how close he was with Eina, he had his boundaries and wouldn't let her do such a thing.

He was a proper man—though that sort of thing... might still be acceptable?

Feeding, at most, was just a kiss. It didn't seem like a big deal.

But while the couple could play like that in private, Sharon would never make such a move in front of others.

"Hmm... did you forget?" Eina pondered for a moment. "At night, I've fed you red wine before."

"That probably doesn't count, right?" Sharon suddenly realized what Eina was referring to.

When they kissed, Eina would sometimes surprise him—like holding a mouthful of red wine or something else and passing it into his mouth.

"Why doesn't it count?" Eina raised an eyebrow.

"Well, whatever you say." Sharon said indulgently, having no intention of arguing with his wife.

"Whatever I say? Then take off your pants now." Eina's face wore a challenging expression.

Without a second word, the belt tightly bound around Sharon's waist slipped loose, and his loose robe fell open, revealing his solid chest.

Seeing that Sharon had actually done it, Eina hastily scrambled out of bed, threw on her clothes in a fluster, and put on a fawning smile: "Sharon, I was joking..."

But Sharon's hands firmly pressed down on Eina's smooth, rounded shoulders, ignoring her words.

"Sharon, this dress is very expensive..." Eina said cautiously, watching the expression on Sharon's face. "Also, didn't you just say we were going to eat?..."

Sharon paid no attention.

His wife was a wealthy heiress who owned several magical ore veins.

The magical stones generated daily from those veins alone were worth the entire fortunes of some merchants.

Besides... Sharon knew that Eina's dress was a magical construct, so there was no waste involved.

"Rip—"

The black dress on Eina's body was torn apart like a snack wrapper, revealing the tempting treat wrapped inside.

"Mm—" Eina tried to say something else, but Sharon directly silenced her, her voice turning into a jumble of muffled whimpers.

Her hands first made a token attempt to push him away, but soon gave in as her fingers entwined tightly with his. The still-warm bed welcomed their tangled figures back once more.

A long while later.

Eina lay on her back, her silver hair disheveled, staring lifelessly at the ornate crystal chandelier on the ceiling, while Sharon helped her put her clothes back on.

"Come on, let's go eat." Sharon's voice returned to calm, warm and gentle, as if the one who had just forcefully taken wasn't him.

"Sharon... it's already past lunchtime now." Eina couldn't help complaining. "It's all your fault..."

"My fault?" Sharon fastened the sash of his robe.

"Your fault." Eina muttered, with a hint of a woman's grievance.

Sharon narrowed his eyes: "But you were the one who told me to take off my pants."

"That's still your fault." Eina argued unreasonably, though her confidence had clearly waned.

"Are you sure it's my fault?" Sharon's voice dropped, carrying a dangerous edge as he twisted his neck.

"N-no... I'm not sure."

Recalling the "painful lesson" just moments ago, Eina's momentum instantly deflated, and her tone softened like a bird drenched by rain: "Forget it, forget it... let's go eat."

...

In the spacious dining room, several people were already seated around the long table.

There was a new member again.

Dining with the legendary hero... just thinking about it made Mian feel restless.

"Relax, Mian. Take it easy... We're all adventurers; no one cares about your table manners." Liana slapped Mian's shoulder heartily.

Mian nodded lightly.

Still very nervous.

"But Sharon and the others are a bit slow..." Liana couldn't help glancing toward the couple's bedroom, her tone teasing and knowing.

"After all, the hero is very busy usually, right?" Mian proactively made excuses for Sharon.

"Oh, really? They sure are busy." Liana grinned mischievously. As for what they were busy with, she certainly couldn't talk about it with outsiders.

Just then, Loren came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of sizzling, aromatic roasted ribs in his right hand and a basket of bread in his left, setting them on the center of the long table.

"Is the food ready?" Liana's eyes lit up. She got up from her seat and hurried to the kitchen to help serve, but not forgetting to remind: "Mo Lini, go call Sharon!"

"Why is it always me? Every time, I'm the one to call them for meals." Mo Lini grumbled.

The little blue creature perched on Mo Lini's head bounced softly, looking adorable.

"Because you don't know anything! Sharon definitely won't hold it against you." Liana explained.

"How strange." Mo Lini was a bit dissatisfied. Liana always spoke vaguely. The little blue on her head hopped twice as if to echo her.

But before Mo Lini could get up from her seat, footsteps sounded from the hallway. Sharon and Eina walked over, arm in arm.

After seeing the two... Mian suddenly felt that the aura surrounding them wasn't so dazzling anymore, and he wasn't as tense.

At this moment, they simply seemed like an ordinary loving couple.

At the long table, Sharon sat across from him.

Mian felt a daze.

So familiar... a nostalgic feeling that put him at ease.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Sharon chuckled. "Let's eat."