Don't Go, I Feel So Hot

After returning to the villa, Cen Pan put on an apron and busied herself in the kitchen. Before long, four dishes and a soup were prepared.

She had always cooked by herself before. Although her culinary skills were not comparable to those of a five-star chef, the dishes she cooked were home-cooked.

This was something that Ye Xiao had not experienced in a long time.

"Come, let me scoop rice for you." Cen Pan brought the rice to him with a warm smile. "Try it and see if it suits your taste. If it doesn't taste good, you have to be more forgiving."

"It's definitely delicious."

Ye Xiao, his dark eyes seemed to be flickering with light, raised his eyes to look at her. Cen Pan rubbed her cheeks, lowered her head in panic, and picked up a piece of pork ribs to eat.

His eyes were really too alluring, and she didn't dare to look at them too much. Otherwise, she would be carried away by his gentleness and would never be able to escape.

At this moment, Old Master Ye's laughter sounded.

"Girl, how can there be no wine for good food? I hid a bottle of hundred-year-old wine in the basement. Go take it out."

That's right. How could she not take a sip?

Cen Pan patted her forehead and stood up with a smile.

"Wait for me, I'll get a bottle of wine."

Ye Xiao nodded his head in surprise. She had prepared well and even had wine. However, he was picky. If it was not of high quality, he would not like it.

Not long after, Cen Pan carried a mud-covered wine jar up, and a rich wine aroma wafted out from the mouth of the jar.

"Good wine."

Ye Xiao praised. She poured a glass for him and he finished it in one gulp before returning the glass to her.

Cen Pan smiled and poured another cup for him. It seemed that Old Master Ye didn't lie to her. This wine was indeed good.

"Try it too." Ye Xiao's gaze was slightly dark as he poured half a cup for her as well and said with a faint smile, "The taste of this wine is rich, but not too intense."

Cen Pan took a sip and her eyes lit up.

The two of them drank one cup at a time, and the jar of wine was quickly emptied.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but Cen Pan's face was as flushed as a ripe apple in September. Ye Xiao's eyes also looked drun, but he still endured it and forced himself to stand up.

"Let's go back to our room."

He took her hand, but her body was as soft as noodles, and she pulled him toward the couch.

"Ah Xiao, don't go. I'm so hot."

Cen Pan subconsciously tugged at the collar of his shirt and burped. Unknowingly, even her way of address changed.

"Why can't I take it off? Can you help me?"

She stared at him misty-eyed, like a poor cat.

Ye Xiao froze on the spot, and before he could react, his large hand was somewhat irascibly pressed onto her chest by her. The soft and unique smooth touch instantly sobered him up, and he naturally grabbed and rubbed it.

"Mmm, so comfortable." Cen Pan narrowed her eyes and pulled his other hand to her chest.

Ye Xiao suddenly pulled her into his embrace and whispered into her ear.

"What wine did you give us?"

"It's Grandpa Ye's wine, the one in the basement."

The basement?

Ye Xiao was stunned and poked her forehead helplessly.

"Little demon, are you trying to suffocate me? That's deer whip wine."

Cen Pan shook her head and stared at him innocently with her big eyes. Her face was burning.

"Ah Xiao, I want…"

She spontaneously wrapped her legs around his waist while using her lush private parts to rub against his already boiling and swollen testicle and let out a moan like a cat.

She was a femme fatale!

Ye Xiao could not hold it in any longer. He pressed her under him and started to bang her.