There's also her favorite dish: fish-flavored eggplant.
Even the most disliked pork rib and yam soup was light and delicious, making people unknowingly drink more than half a bowl.
Jiang Jianhuan thoroughly enjoyed the meal. Only when he finished his second bowl of rice did he realize that he had been too accommodating. He looked up at Su Mo, who was picking at the ginger shreds in his bowl with a faint smile on his lips.
The overhead lights cast a soft glow over the scene, while the colors of the setting sun lingered on the horizon outside the window.
Her heart suddenly softened, as if she had just finished watching a sentimental movie, and she was so moved that her eyes welled up with tears and her nose tingled.
She lowered her head and smiled briefly, then quickly calmed down.
After Su Mo finished washing the dishes, it was completely dark. He dried his hands and came out of the kitchen. Jiang Jianhuan stopped what he was doing and looked up at him.
Are you going back?
"How's it going?" Su Mo didn't answer, but walked over and glanced at her design drawings. Jiang Jianhuan rubbed her slightly sore wrists.
"Two drafts have already been completed; one night should be enough."
"I just don't know what the outcome will be. I'll do my best and leave the rest to fate."
She lowered her head, her tone filled with a sense of dejection and loss. Suddenly, a warm, gentle hand gently rubbed her head, and Jiang Jianhuan looked at him in surprise.
"I'll stay here with you tonight." Su Mo's smile was faint yet gentle. Jiang Jianhuan was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to shake his head, Su Mo had already turned and left, heading straight to rummage through his things.
"Oh, where's that little blanket I used last time? I need to find it..."
“It’s in that cabinet.” Jiang Jianhuan paused for a moment, but couldn’t help saying it. Su Mo stopped searching, turned to look at her, her face bright and warm, but her eyes held a triumphant smile.
"Ah, there it is, I know."
The two of them were in the same space, yet it was very quiet.
Jiang Jianhuan was focused on drawing the design draft, while Su Mo sat on the sofa wearing headphones and looking at his phone, seemingly engrossed in something. Occasionally, he would get up and go to the kitchen to wash some fruit for Jiang Jianhuan and pour him a glass of water.
As night deepened, the surroundings became exceptionally quiet. The sounds of footsteps, voices, and people going up and down the stairs gradually faded away, while the clock on the wall continued to tick slowly.
The design draft was completed faster than Jiang Jianhuan had imagined. Her inspiration flowed smoothly, and she finished the entire set of drawings in one go. When she checked the time, it was already four in the morning.
Suddenly realizing that he hadn't paid attention to Su Mo in a long time, Jiang Jianhuan would initially check what he was doing, but once he got into the zone, he forgot about him and stopped paying attention.
Thinking of this, she turned her head and saw Su Mo leaning back on the sofa, her eyes closed as if she were asleep.
Jiang Jianhuan smiled and tiptoed over. Su Mo was still asleep, her eyes wide open. Long eyelashes covered her face, her lips were slightly pursed, her nose was high and straight, and her skin was fair and clean.
Her face had lost its usual coldness, and she looked well-behaved and harmless.
He lay there with his eyes closed, looking docile. Bright lights bathed the entire living room; the night was deep and silent, the stars still hung in the black sky, and the moon was nowhere to be seen.
On nights like this, it seems that no one will know what you do.
Jiang Jianhuan suddenly felt a strong urge to kiss him.
Chapter 33
Once the thought took hold, it was hard to shake off. Jiang Jianhuan's gaze fell on Su Mo's lips.
Perhaps because he was asleep, his lips were very pale, but with a hint of pink, and the familiar touch of his lips came to mind instinctively.
She unconsciously swallowed.
Jiang Jianhuan approached him step by step, her breathing slow and deliberate. When she stood beside Su Mo, she held onto the back of the sofa.
She seemed to have grasped a sliver of courage. Her fingers tightened, unconsciously gripping the fabric. Slowly, slowly, she lowered her head.
Sleeping Beauty was finally kissed by the prince.
Jiang Jianhuan pressed her lips to Su Mo's, her heart pounding. Despite their countless intimate moments, at this moment, she felt like the girl who once loved him, flustered and overjoyed by a single kiss.
I'm about to suffocate.
She suddenly raised her head, breathing heavily without making a sound. The warm, soft touch still lingered on her lips. Just as Jiang Jianhuan turned her flustered gaze back to Su Mo's face, she met a pair of dark eyes.
Su Mo had already woken up at some point.
She was so frightened she almost jumped up.
"Not enough." Su Mo's voice was hoarse, her expression inscrutable. Jiang Jianhuan keenly sensed a dangerous aura and was about to flee—
Su Mo had already sat up, reached out and pulled her arm, pulling hard.
"That's how we should kiss."
Her lips were pressed against his again. Because of her knees, Jiang Jianhuan was placed horizontally on Su Mo's lap, one hand holding her waist and the other firmly controlling the back of her head.
In stark contrast to her gentle touch just now, Su Mo's kiss was passionate and deep. He bit her lips, sucking and licking them, and even pried open her teeth to probe inside. Jiang Jianhuan had just made a soft "mmm" when he forcefully sucked on her tongue.
Half of her body went limp instantly.
The hand that had been pushing against his shoulder unconsciously wrapped around his neck. The emotions that had been suppressed for too long burst forth like a flood, breaking through their defenses.
People tend to lose control of themselves late at night.
If Su Mo hadn't suddenly stopped at the last moment, things would probably have gotten out of control.
He lay on top of her, feeling very frustrated.
There's nothing there...