Lin Xuan snapped out of his daze and pretended not to understand Su Hua’s words. He took another bite of the cake, then scooped up a little and held it to Su Hua’s lips. "Hua Bao, this isn’t too sweet. I think you’ll like it."
Su Hua showed no interest in eating the cake, her beautiful eyes fixed solely on Lin Xuan.
Thinking she didn’t like it, Lin Xuan moved to put the cake into his own mouth instead.
Just as he closed his lips around it, Su Hua leaned in, pressing her red lips against his thin ones. Her tongue slipped in, deftly parting his teeth as she stole the cake from his mouth.
Once done, she pulled back.
Her eyes curved slightly. "Not bad. The cake is quite tasty."
After a pause, she added with a playful glint in her eyes, "Of course, the cake from A-Xuan’s mouth is the best."
Lin Xuan’s heart pounded wildly.
Was Hua Bao just too good at teasing him?
No, wait—
Usually, it was the man who flirted with the woman. How had things reversed between them?
Butler Wang watched Lin Xuan and Su Hua with a smile.
The young miss and Young Master Lin were really being affectionate.
It made his own heart itch. No, he’d have to call his sweetheart later.
Quietly, Butler Wang slipped out of the office.
From then on, every time Lin Xuan took a bite of breakfast, Su Hua would wrap her arms around his shoulders, chasing after his lips to "steal" the food from his mouth.
The servants still in the dining room exchanged glances, then tactfully retreated in silence.
They couldn’t stay here.
With the young miss and Young Master Lin being this intimate, things were bound to escalate. Better to leave early and avoid disturbing them.
"Hua Bao," Lin Xuan said helplessly, "if you keep this up, it’ll take forever to finish breakfast. Can you just eat properly, please?"
"Don’t you usually feed me when I eat?" Su Hua arched a brow. "I’m just asking A-Xuan to change the way he feeds me, that’s all."
"But—" Lin Xuan still wanted to refuse.
This method of feeding her was too likely to stir up his desire.
Indulging like this every day wasn’t good.
He was genuinely afraid that one day, Hua Bao would drain him dry.
Seeing Lin Xuan’s repeated rejections, Su Hua narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Did that love letter and photo from the other day bring back memories of Qin Ruoyao? Have you reignited your old feelings for her, A-Xuan? Is that why you’re refusing my affection?"
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Why was Qin Ruoyao being dragged into this again?
After last night, Hua Bao had seemed so calm. He thought the matter was over—yet here she was, still holding onto it.
"Hua Bao, don’t overthink it," Lin Xuan said with a sigh. "I didn’t mean anything by it. I just think this isn’t a good idea."
"Why isn’t it?" Su Hua pressed.
Lin Xuan was stumped. He couldn’t very well say that her teasing was getting him worked up.
If he mentioned that, Hua Bao would only get even more excited and double down on her efforts.
"Or does A-Xuan dislike me?" Su Hua asked, eyes narrowing.
No, no!" Lin Xuan shook his head quickly. "How could I dislike someone as sweet as you, Hua Bao?"
"Then prove it to me," Su Hua said, lips curving.
Unable to refuse, Lin Xuan had no choice but to eat a bite himself each time before passing it to Su Hua through a kiss.
"Why is A-Xuan’s body so hot?" Su Hua asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Lin Xuan coughed, his gaze shifting away. "Hot? Really?"
Su Hua knew Lin Xuan too well to miss his evasion.
She didn’t comment, though.
Instead, her eyes landed on the newly developed cake by the chef. "A-Xuan, feed me some cake."
"Alright." Lin Xuan placed the cake in his mouth, and Su Hua wrapped her arms around his shoulders again, kissing him.
This time, after taking the cake, Su Hua didn’t pull back immediately.
She kept kissing him. Originally seated beside him, she gradually shifted until she was straddling his lap.
The air grew thick with ambiguity.
Just as Lin Xuan thought Su Hua might take things further, she suddenly broke the kiss.
Breathing lightly against his lips, she murmured, "I’m full now, A-Xuan. You don’t have to feed me anymore. Finish the rest yourself."
Lin Xuan: "..."
He shot her a resentful look.
She was going to tease him like this and then just walk away?
"A-Xuan wants more?" Su Hua arched a brow.
"No," Lin Xuan denied instantly.
Su Hua’s eyes curved with satisfaction.
After breakfast, Lin Xuan and Su Hua left the dining room.
The servants in the living room stole glances at them, noting that aside from slightly reddened lips, their clothes were perfectly tidy, and they hadn’t stayed in the dining room for long.
So… nothing had happened?
That didn’t make sense.
They’d been so affectionate during breakfast—how had things not escalated?
Back in the bedroom, Lin Xuan cleared his throat.
"Hua Bao, I’m going to the bathroom," he said awkwardly.
Su Hua’s amused gaze flicked downward briefly.
"Go ahead," she said, smirking.
Lin Xuan hurried into the bathroom.
He didn’t emerge until half an hour later, looking thoroughly refreshed.
For the rest of the morning, Su Hua worked while Lin Xuan sat at his desk, typing something on his laptop.
At 10:40, Su Hua set down her pen and walked over to him.
"A-Xuan, I’d like you to cook lunch for me today. Okay?" Her voice carried a rare hint of coquetry.
Lin Xuan was puzzled.
Hua Bao usually hated making him cook—why was she suddenly asking him to?
Something was off.
Was she planning something?
He shook his head. Maybe he was overthinking it. Maybe she just genuinely wanted to eat his cooking.
Lin Xuan went downstairs to prepare lunch.
But the entire process left him sweating—because a certain little woman kept teasing him relentlessly.
As he chopped vegetables, Su Hua stood beside him, looping her arms around his neck and rising onto her toes to playfully nibble at his earlobe.
His ears were one of his more sensitive spots.
Lin Xuan suppressed a groan. "Hua Bao, I’m cooking. It’ll be ready soon. Can you wait outside, please?"
This little temptress was going to be the death of him.
"A-Xuan still dislikes me? Were your words this morning just lies?" Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
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