Foster Son, Don’t Be So Crazy (40)

Xiang Feng froze. His eyes became dazed, but he suddenly thought of something and his eyes went back to being bloodthirsty.

He glared at Song Jia, murmuring sinisterly, "A beautiful girl like you? Who would believe your words?"

She was so beautiful, she must have to beat off the suitors around her with a stick. How could a man with normally functioning eyes resist her? She was clearly lying.

"Believe me, ah~ I don't have a husband because I didn't want to marry..."

Song Jia shook her head, her golden hair becoming slightly messy with her movement.

Why was he getting angry? Their relationship shouldn't be deep enough since she couldn't even remember him, so it wasn't jealousy. Was it because she dared to challenge his society's conventions? Nobles of this era were really narrow-minded.

"If you want me to marry someone, then I'll marry!" Song Jia blurted out.

Compared to losing her life and her salary, her three views in life were mud, not worth thinking about.

"Who said you needed to marry someone? If you dare to marry, I'll kill that man and feed his guts to the dogs!"

"..."

This man was ridiculous.

Song Jia shut her mouth and no longer attempted to communicate with him.

After breathing heavily for a while in anger, Xiang Feng began to believe that she was telling him the truth. His heart relaxed, and he removed the hand that was gripping her chin. He stared at the skin there, sighing with relief that there wasn't a bruise.

Thankfully, he hadn't hurt her. He no longer knew how to control himself around her.

Xiang Feng took a bowl of soup from the tray and caught a piece of wonton with his chopsticks.

"Open your mouth, I'll feed you."

Song Jia was embarrassed and shifted her face away, "No need, I can feed myself."

Her limbs were still intact. She was not an invalid that could not take care of herself.

Xiang Feng gave her a dissatisfied look and delivered the chopsticks to his own mouth. Without waiting for her to react, he leaned down and caught her lips with his, pushing the wonton into her mouth with his tongue.

Song Jia was speechless and gazed at him with a dumbstruck expression.

Xiang Feng pulled away from her while licking his lips, his eyes hungrily looking at her.

"This soup really tastes good."

He put his chopsticks aside and tilted the bowl of soup to his lips. Song Jia, knowing what he was about to do, immediately stopped him.

"Wait, wait, I'll let you feed me!"

This kind of kissing technique, if he continued to force her to eat like this, what small appetite she had left would completely diminish.

Xiang Feng gazed at her, the corners of his lips raising to form an arc. "You really want me to feed you?"

Song Jia moved her head up and down with force, "Yes, I want you to feed me!"

Xiang Feng picked up his chopsticks and picked up another piece of wonton.

Song Jia opened her mouth obediently, and he delivered it into her mouth with care.

Song Jia had only chewed once when his handsome face suddenly blocked her field of vision, growing closer and closer.

Then, his lips were once again pressed tightly against hers, and the wonton in her mouth was gone.

Song Jia, "..."

"I suddenly became hungry, so you have to feed me too."

Xiang Feng said this shamelessly, swallowing hard as he looked at her. Song Jia stared at his Adam's apple, her gaze trailing down his throat. Xiang Feng's body heated even more when he noticed the source of her distraction.

He said hoarsely, "Do you really want me to eat?"

He was starving for so long, now that she was right in front of him, he wouldn't stop until he had his fill. Inside and out, top to bottom, front and back, he would slowly savor every inch of her.

Song Jia didn't know why, but she could vaguely hear alarm bells ringing in her head. She tore her gaze away and said plaintively, "I'm hungry."

So stop playing these kind of kissing games with me.

Xiang Feng smiled and fed her properly. He wiped the corners of her mouth with his thumb after the two of them were done.

Song Jia thought that he was finally going to leave, but he swept her into his arms in a bridal carry instead.

Song Jia cried out in surprise. She tried to struggle, but his arms were tightly locked around her.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Of course, to give you a bath."

"A...a bath?!"

Her voice became high-pitched.

Xiang Feng looked down at her, safely locked inside his embrace. He was fully satisfied. He was finally big enough to carry her, big enough for her to look up at him instead of looking down.

The bathroom was spacious and luxurious. Inside, there was in-ground spa, much like an indoor pool with a bench seat around the perimeter. But what surprised Song Jia the most was the advanced plumbing system, which could pour water from a series of interconnected water taps.

Her eyes lit up. "Who made this?"

She had tried to implement the same idea to the pastor's house before, so that Nian Shou wouldn't have to draw and drain the water with each bath she took. But this type of water system was very difficult to build, and Song Jia gave up trying to build it halfway.

Since it was hard to do, she decided that it was better to watch plants and wait for the rabbit [1].

Xiang Feng gently put her down. He looked at her for a moment and said, "I did."

She looked up at him in surprise. Not only handsome and strong, but also clever. If only he wasn't a pervert, she would have worshipped him like a living ancestor.

Xiang Feng turned the water tap and immediately the sound of running water filled the whole room. He took several amber bottles from the side and poured them in, before glancing back at Song Jia.

There was a teasing look in his eyes, "You want me to help you undress?"

Song Jia flushed. "Hurry up and get out!"

He didn't move. "I'll close my eyes and count to thirty. The tub is already halfway full, you need to get inside if you don't want me to see anything."

He had added rose petals and some essential oils into the water, along with liquid soap he had personally created and experimented with. It created a foaming bubble bath mixed with the strong scent of flowers, and if Song Jia bathed in it, he would only be able to see her fair shoulders and nothing below.

Song Jia was disinclined to take a bath with a man present even if he couldn't see.

She pointed at the door and repeated, "Get out!"

Xiang Feng ignored her, his eyes fluttering closed. He sat on the cold floor and started to count, neither fast nor slow, his voice low and magnetic.

"Thirty...twenty-nine...."

Song Jia glared at him. Did he think she was easy to bully? She walked away and turned to open the door, but before her fingers could touch the handle, she was hugged tightly from behind.

"Twenty-six...twenty-five..."

He was still counting, and his eyes were closed. But he carried her to the bath and dipped her in while she was still fully dressed. Song Jia was soaked from head to toe.

"..."

"Hurry up and undress, don't even think of leaving again."

Xiang Feng momentarily stopped counting to tell her those few words, and began counting once more after he was done saying it.

The water was warm on her bare skin, and the sweet fragrance of flowers was soothing. Song Jia felt really helpless. Couldn't he just get out? Why did he have to accompany her to the bathroom?

[1] Ch. idiom that means to forgo hard work for an easier route.